Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. It seemed older than Rome, and the stone covering it gave resistance. Walking into the bedroom, she quickly shed the miniskirt and sweater, folding them without ceremony. It was obviously pitched well, hitting her head at a good thirtyfive miles per hour. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside.
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