He came to her and stood before her, waiting, the morning light dazzling his eyes. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. Marriage was a taboo subject between them. “It does nothing but sit there.
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