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How are you?”
“I’m fine,” she said, unaware of all events except for
the voice on the other line. Cut to pieces
—slashed—bloodied. He
perceived, however, that both the novels he read and the world he lived in
discountenanced these assumptions. "All the wonderful
things it is going to do! If I could only know for certain that my mother knew
how happy I'm going to be!"
"You love the memory of your mother?"
"It is a part of my blood … my beautiful mother!"
He saw Enschede, putting out to sea, alone, memories and regrets crowding
upon his wake. The last thing that she remembered was her eyes
crossing as she tried to focus upon the crunch of leaves as
she lay heaving upon them, dampening them further with
the outpouring of her sweat as it leaked from her
clothing. He appeared to be a stranger to the prisoner, and the sole
motive of his visit, curiosity.
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