“So, since when does a grown man have to sneak behind the Laundromat to smoke a cigarette?” She asked 115 him. ’ Was there a careful note in her voice? Gerald gave no sign, keeping his own tone light. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. “You MUST,” he said, “because of my depression. Your life is like a funeral March.
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