She was like an angel with one wing. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. There was going to be no quarter between these two. I’m fine. I—I hurt myself. Thinking of Mantua, she wandered to the courtyard. “Does he live here?” he asked her presently. My friends consider it wonderfully faithful. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. She is my only family.
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