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He was leaning against a window
frame, his hat in his hand. “I don’t know where to go to. She donned her
fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming
smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney
Toons music barely audible from the television set. She passed down the stairs and into the street. He eyed the young couple with the tragic history behind them, and could only
suppose that familiarity had dulled their senses. Michelle would arrive daily with a two to ten minute
brief on her own dating status, her nightly dreams, grades,
new family developments. She found herself trying on the baubles he
brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim
fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss
it. "'Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie. It was no wonder, there was no money to
buy food for the house. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the
carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in
short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its
sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere
breathing of freshness. Very soon
she would be able to forget it.
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