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His face clouded with anger. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. They are not your flowers. YOU did. ’ ‘Believe me, she wouldn’t have cared. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience.
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