’ ‘I thought you were dead,’ Melusine confided. She took a shower after a particularly harsh volleyball debacle only to find that her locker had been picked and her outfit of the day, gray sweatpants and a shapeless pink sweater, were gone. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. He felt himself collapse heavily onto her naked body, still inside her. Here it is. She felt terrible lying to him. It would have saved me much circumlocution, and you some suspense.
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