I never let her read stories, or have pets, dolls. She looked in the glass over and over as she checked for lint and makeup streaks. It isn’t law, nor custom, nor masculine violence settled that. He was always anticipating, stepping into the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. “You blithering idiot!” he exclaimed. Sorry I’m a bit late the first evening.
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