I had two slices. They are things faint and slight in themselves, as physical facts, but they are like the detonator of a bomb: they let loose the explosive. She wanted to kiss his feet. I tore the marriage certificate from his pocket and burnt it. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. He certainly bore inspection.
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