‘Pig! Pig, a thousand times!’ Running footsteps could be heard now, and she knew that the commotion was bringing the nuns, just as she had hoped. “I throw it out in passing,” he said. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. ‘And if not her, for she is dead, then me. She let him take off her skirt as she ritualistically removed his jeans along with his boxers. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. E. He wouldn’t like it if people did it to him. He walked in her direction.
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