‘More nor that. Let us walk about. Shari entered the room in a damp towel, fresh from the shower. Maybe half a year, counting this summer. She reminded him sometimes of the one holy and ineffable Madonna, at others of Berode, the great courtezan of her day, who had sent kings away from her doors, and had just announced her intention of ending her life in a convent. I feel beautiful. Last week. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. She is my only family. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. I hope that you can find an escape in Forever Fifteen. The Jacobite.
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