The man was mad to marry me. “I do not know what you mean,” he said, “but if you are referring to any little coolness since our marriage let us never speak of it again. She heard the television blaring away. Lucy turned and faced the strawberry blonde behind her, gesturing rapidly with a folded origami triangle, evidently the newest form of note. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside.
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