” She sniffled. John’s father added cheerfully, “So, do you play any violin?” She balked at the stereotype, but admitted, “Yes, I play violin. ’ ‘And I love the way you call me imbecile,’ finished Gerald. ’ Triumph soared in Gerald’s chest. He recognized the face instantly. The bliss had lasted one hundred and forty years, far more than an entire mortal lifetime. “If I sit here,” he said, standing up before her abruptly, “I shall have to shout. ” It was a long, meandering talk, stupid, shameful, and unavoidable.
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