. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. Wood. Usually it was fish sticks and reheated noodles. "Sorry you're obliged to keep your word. "I don't know; I really don't know. "So it is," the doctor agreed. Whatever happened she need never return to that possibility. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. Her lover surely did not 223 understand the implications of what he had asked for and his lust blinded him to the realities of existence even now. The movie droned on, the sounds becoming manageable except for the frequent high-pitched screams of young girls when a poltergeist manifestation would leap out of a shadow. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.
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