She looked in the glass over and over as she checked for lint and makeup streaks. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. She pushed. “Fighting goes with loads of its own baggage, John. Perhaps once it had desired some other human being intolerably. She found an old drunk wandering the streets. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. We aren't between him and heaven; he is between us and heaven.
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