***** In the daytime the streets of the ancient city of Canton are yet filled with the original confusion—human beings in quest of food. She was too wrapped up in the sheer joy of playing again; it had 201 been intimate, masturbatory. I hid because there was no other way of seeing you. Her thin fingers were armed with nails as long as the talons of a bird. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. Mr. ‘Me, I do not need the help of anyone.
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