" It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. One day she awoke and he was cavorting about underneath the covers. I’ll walk over there once I change clothes. In any event, I would not have let her escape me so easily.
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