“Please come home. One of those hanging moments ensued— hypnotic. She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her prisoners. “Wow. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. Not daring, however, to listen to it, he ran on. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip.
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