I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. ‘Now you see why it is I no longer require the proof of which I have spoken.
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