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“You’re—I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica. ‘Yes, do,’ approved Lucilla. ” She threw away the end of her cigarette. She had gone into Morgan's one afternoon for a bag of salt. ” 189 “Are you feeling okay?” She could feel a parade of ants dotting her skin. They found a river pool and disrobed together as they had for hundreds of years. She seemed bursting with the desire to talk, and watching for her opportunity. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. “I’ve tried to make words tell it. Mirrors. “It’s okay, Michelle.
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