A neat tale, giving little away. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. I dare say anything seemed better to her than the nun’s habit she had been obliged to use. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. I speak frankly, because you also know that no possible extremity would induce me to accept help from any living person. I'm crazy over music, too.
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