I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. His hand traveled below her loose neckline, and he cupped her round breast in his hand.
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