" "My boots! Fire and fury! They won't fit you; they are too large. We'll have him yet. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. . Gerald crossed back to the window. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. Not once during the ceremony did the two look at each other, but riveted their gaze upon the lips of the man who was forging the bands: gazed intensively, as if they feared the world might vanish before the last word of the ceremony was spoken.
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