\" Michelle sighed. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. She exited solemnly, retrieving and carrying Michelle’s unconscious figure into the forest like a reluctant bridegroom. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. Things happen out this way. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at Bohemianism.
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