The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. I’ve had a lot on my mind. ‘I can’t do that. Brendon always comes home with me, and tonight both are away. Her bonnet dropped off and was trampled into the gutter. Her girl Clarice was next, dying within a single day, blood leaking from her pretty brown eyes like an image of the Blessed Virgin. Wow. Gray and tranquil world! Amazing, passionless world! A world in which days without meaning, days in which “we don’t want things to happen” followed days without meaning—until the last thing happened, the ultimate, unavoidable, coarse, “disagreeable.
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