I don’t want you to talk to me now. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. It was a shame that they had made such a fuss, she thought as he arrived. Of course, at home there would have been questions. " Bamboo and bead tinkled and slithered behind him. She is the image of what I was like, and she has a better voice. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger.
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