A door slammed. Put him in the stocks, and there let him sleep off his drunken fit. I ought to have gone long ago. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. And for many years, that was the way it was. ” He stood still, looking at her. His eyes were closed. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. Annabel, I was lying. "Where are you going?" she asked. , you know, fair and square. She nuzzled his chest and he breathed deeply of the scent of her Finesse conditioner. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying to draw him nearer by pushing him away.
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