I have no intention of allowing you to depart in a hurry. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. ’ ‘I do not lie to you now,’ she said, near frantic at the thought of losing him. I'm burning up.
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