Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. She tossed her head, and, having no further words, moved toward the door. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school.
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