167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. As time went on, she began to think Martha had been mistaken. She met him by the dugout after the game. He has been bottling it up all the way from West Kensington. His idea was to get behind this sustained listlessness. These were presently joined by a regiment of foot.
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