It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. I will remember them, Sebastian, along with my mother and father, and all the others I came to love and lose. " "Impossible, dear Mrs. ’ At that, a flush drenched her cheeks and she snatched her hand away. ‘Difficult, I grant you. ” She replied. It was apparent, and then it faded into the quality of an inevitable necessity. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying to draw him nearer by pushing him away. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her.
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