Without turning or looking in his direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows upon her knees. She hated living like that. “I will wait for you on the pavement, if you like,” he said, “but I am going to the ‘Unusual’ with you. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters.
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