I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. She took a deep breath. "I've set a trap for him. She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed. ’ ‘But me, I am not very good with accepting,’ Melusine said bitterly over her shoulder. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands.
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