They stank, and she hated how they blocked the sunlight. ‘Be quiet, man,’ snapped Hilary, watching the Frenchman go by with the lad after him. It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. I do—with all my heart. C. Last night there had been no time.
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