That was Leonardo’s motto. He stood up, apparently intending to put an arm about her, but she stepped back from him quickly. Simply. . In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. The smell of laundry detergent was noticeable, the bed sheets very tightly stretched across the bed, tucked in on three sides. ‘Oh, you are making a game with me.
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