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The man was my husband. The place to which you went was not the English Embassy, and the whole performance was a fraud. I am clear I want you. Homosexuals weren’t looked too kindly upon in their exclusive suburban neighborhood, not even dashing handsome ones. Footman or some such. You’re just a particular being with nothing else in the world to class with you. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat.
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