“Let me help you,” he begged. ’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. They simply understood there was a greater need to get over the past than to talk about it. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred. Besides this, the door was crossed and recrossed by iron bars, clenched by broad-headed nails.
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