‘Have you any more pretty toys like that knife about you?’ ‘The girl’s a regular arsenal,’ Hilary snapped, giving up into his senior’s hand the nasty little weapon he had snatched. He brought me past this house, and I thought I would call and leave your brother’s letter. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. When I examined you for ‘ill humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body, to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would give you pleasure. She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her prisoners. Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone.
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