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Slave It was dusk, because, naturally, there was no other time to visit a graveyard. He had procrastinated as long as possible. He had sat at home with her picture in his hands and just stared at it, pretending there was no glass between them and the paper and ink staring back was really skin and blood. Before leaving the picture had fallen to the floor, the glass shattering. It remained there. |
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