Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. He was out of breath, and spoke in broken sentences. Can't I make you understand? Perhaps it sounds cruel to you; but we women often have to be cruel defensively. I wonder what men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE thought of them, really showed them what WE were. He looked from the sword to the dagger with which he had brought her down here, and grimaced. Sebastian traveled at seventy, eighty, then one-hundred down the freeway. I don't ask you to supply my place—for that is, perhaps, impossible. She loped forward on unnaturally long legs and arms that swung loosely. ‘Because I love you.
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