She found it rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff brown leather belt. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. She could hear their footsteps upon the pavement. She will die if she knows I have a gun. Women never throw themselves into each other's arms; they calculate the distance and the damage perfectly. The water was cold but she waded deeper. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. But the mere recognition of his son’s signature was enough to stoke the fires of his long-held rage. I like high tone for a flourish and stars and ideas; but I want my things.
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