Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. Her relationship with John had made her the object of desire for scores of teenage boys who had dared not previously think of her in such a way. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. ” She said. Charcoal. There was a black fear in his heart.
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