“Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. "You are an angel," she cried, with a look beaming with delight. Occasionally he revealed tidbits about his past after a good kill. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. But Jack did not heed them. The next hour makes, or mars you for ever.
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