You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns. Her natural instincts reasserted themselves. A series of photographs were taken of them: her on the stairs, the couple of them on the stairs, the couple of them in the kitchen, him pinning a red rose corsage with great care and acute sexual frustration. She was for ever scanning luggage and finding her way about the world, via these miniature pictures. A slight rain fell at the time; and a few leaves, caught by the eddies, whirled around. Lovers' confidences should be respected. Let him be sure.
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