She felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her dreams. ’ He threw one arm across his own chest and clapped himself on the shoulder. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. Think—think of that engagement!” Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say.
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