Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. She went to her own table and sat down. He groaned, much to Melusine’s relief. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. By now the horses would be rested and he might go as swiftly back again.
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