All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart. After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream. He would know her address to-morrow.
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