“Endless. "Now, lead me to a hotel where I can get breakfast. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he had done? He stared dully at the footrail. “Fuck you, Julian Rimbauer. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas.
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