I don’t. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. So I ran away, blindly, knowing nothing of the world outside. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. Too busy.
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