" He patted her hand. ” Ann Veronica could have wept with vexation. —'How so?' says I. She nuzzled his chest and he breathed deeply of the scent of her Finesse conditioner. Wood. ‘We don’t know who she is. They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred. " On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. They had been married for well over one hundred years.
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