She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. Don’t leave me in this beastly thing. “They all catch on,” she said. Forgive me. I wanted the time with you.
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