“A man who does not touch his wife, who ignores his wife, what kind of man is he? I am not sick any more. She was consumed by misery and hate. The stairs were outside but they had been covered with a thin plastic roof. “He fell over at my feet,” she continued. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. We were to live in some wretched London suburb.
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