There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions. “You know what? You’re right. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. ‘No. She remembered him as a dull figure, a big man with a belly that was already showing fat under his fine scarlet clothes. Consequences of the Theft. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige.
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