She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. She ducked behind a pile of unused drywall. ” The figure of her aunt, a little distant, a little propitiatory, behind the coffee things, filled her with a sense of almost catastrophic adventure. Thanks.
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