He lived on the seventh floor behind a winding set of hallways that towered over her in their grayness. She exited solemnly, retrieving and carrying Michelle’s unconscious figure into the forest like a reluctant bridegroom. . . . Wood. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. Lucy could sense her mental resolution to nip Michelle’s burgeoning obsession with the occult in the bud. There she would wander about in the kindly darkness. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction.
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