‘Quite mad, nuns are. She felt sleepy and unusually irritable. "I have hurt you because I would not trust you. “So how about this Friday?” He asked. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. For a stunned moment, Emile did not speak. Never had he been so intrigued.
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