We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. It could not be a legal marriage. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. Generations had been born and died in between the times she had gotten laid. Ann Veronica sat back with a sigh of relief.
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