“Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. "Owen, Owen," pursued Mrs. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient.
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