He must have got terribly tired of battering me and decided to wind up that endless fight. ... pavement, scattering pigeons, and stumbled into clotheslines hung with wash, blissfully burying our aching faces into the still wet sheets. ... When I told him that I was a violinist he gave me a wondering look as though I were some kind of an exotic animal like the koala bear which ... Her love for him grew out of pity.
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