Don’t ask me how. " "Curse on, and welcome," jeered Wild. \"God, it's too curly for a brush. To perdition with them all. ” He beamed upon her. Shari draped herself lazily upon her unmade bed. Cathy had not even noticed that she herself was wet and trailing water everywhere. That he was hot and breathless was of no matter; in that moment he would have faced a dozen Samsons. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets.
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