“The one who used to live at Lyndmore. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. She opened the door with a neon colored key. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. She took a shower after a particularly harsh volleyball debacle only to find that her locker had been picked and her outfit of the day, gray sweatpants and a shapeless pink sweater, were gone. They had cried a little, both. This done, she waited at the side of the bed; but he gave no sign that he was conscious of her nearness. She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love.
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