She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. You’re a piss-poor liar, John. Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong enough to proceed upon his journey. “Young lady! Are you sure you’re of legal age to be smoking those cigarettes?” “No, I’m not of legal age. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. When she finished her last cadence, Carolyn and Thomas begged her to play encores.
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