Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. You care for me a little, I know. “Now, Veronica,” he pleaded, “Veronica, this is most unreasonable.
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