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She turned her back, stomped out of the room with her scarf left in mid-air. He called out, begged for a second chance, she shook her hands, her first, her head, she convulsed, she fell, the floors bounced, he ran, the stench of urine oozed from the tight trousers he wore. Neices and nephews fell, the fireplace mantle started its ascent, she shook ferociously, she crumpled the air with gasps for release, the house vanished, the neighbors saw nothing.
He stood, looking, wondering, asking, waiting for answers, crying, gritting his teeth.
Merriweather Post Pavilion.
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