In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. “Run in now. Generations had been born and died in between the times she had gotten laid. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. “What have I done, Miss Pellissier?” he pleaded. That’s— that’s my private life. "He shan't trouble you further.
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