His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. There is so little abandon, so little real joyousness. “What were you doing?” Her voice was a little hysterical. As long as I live here, you stop fucking the children and you stop trying to fuck me. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. " "You will never become that, Ruth.
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