She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. ” Hill closed his eyes. As long as I live here, you stop fucking the children and you stop trying to fuck me. We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams.
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