It would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. . Now he lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain dripping slowly on to the carpet. Twenty-one, twenty-two. It was you, of course, whom he wanted.
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