It was a castoff of Shari’s from her brief obsession with sewing. Part 4 MY DEAR VEE, he wrote. 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. Gerald looked at it, then at her face. \"Can I get your ticket?\" He asked her as she approached the vendor.
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