“You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. " He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be.
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