We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. “Allow me. Why had she married him, off-hand, like that? She did not love him, or he knew nothing of love signs. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. \"I'm going to his baseball game, he's pitching for Lincoln, and then I believe he is taking me to dinner. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss.
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