She was the first to hear another car approaching from the street, an odd occurrence in an elementary school lot that had been abandoned for the weekend. If I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. It lay undisturbed in the remotest corner of the recess. Leonardo was to me perhaps like a father, not a lover as you think. There was a great splash of blood upon it, her hand was all wet and sticky.
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