They’re fairly intricate little things. There was something about their greeting and the tone of Annabel’s exclamation which puzzled her. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. I keep on thinking of little details and aspects of your voice, your eyes, the way you walk, the way your hair goes back from the side of your forehead. “Who are you?” She asked innocently. Petite build, like herself. For days I have been undecided as to whether I would come to you or no.
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