All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of warmth. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. So, when I tell you she loves you, I know. Without you, we might have had some trouble. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far.
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