Crouching down, Gerald waited, hands at the ready. Roof open —like a Noah’s Ark. She was beautiful once, Lucia. . I cannot tell you much about it, but my bad times are over for the present. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.
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