"I shall go back and finish my supper," said Mrs. John sat pensively in the back of his best friend's mother's minivan, piloted by his best friend Mark. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. He came along, he said, just to call, with large, loud apologies, radiantly kind and good. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read for the first time. Upon this island whither he was bound there would be no diversions, breathing spells; the battle would be constant. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts.
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