You must forgive the poet’s license I take. They WERE, she realized, acutely beautiful things. He entered the driver’s side, not inserting the keys in the ignition. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head. She shook her head.
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