They showered together. Or appeared to do so. She was weeping now. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. She opened her eyes. I’ll show it to you later. She had eaten them. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring, immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. That was the Frenchie, Valade, surely. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time.
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