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She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. She could not help devouring him a little with her eyes across the Burger King booth, handsome shoulders visibly solid underneath his ridiculous polo shirt, his eyes all sweetness and light. "Bring him out, Quilt. 1. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault.
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