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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any
word processing or hypertext form. In his desire to be emphatic and to
avenge himself for his over-night distresses, he speedily became brutal, more
brutal than she had ever known him before. “Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked. Go
to her and tell her. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An
Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote—
would be very happy to have. She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable
conclusions.
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