“How did you find me?” He asked. The iron slipped from his face, leaving it blank with astonishment. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory.
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