Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. We LIKED each other well enough. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. I shall have no faith in future in bolts and bars. I can get into my clothes. He awoke, strangely content.
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