He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. “Michelle, I think that you are the victim of an extremely overactive imagination. I ought to have seen—” “It doesn’t matter a rap—if you’re not disposed to resent the—the way I behaved. “Promise me that you’ll never tell another living soul, John. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. We can’t.
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