There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. \"Stop smiling, you're scaring me. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. Since the discovery of them, she had been madly eager to read these typewritten tales. He depended upon her, for his medicine, for his drink, for the little amusement it was now permissible to give him.
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