She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. It must be the dawn creeping in. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. The audience was made up of parents, teachers, and a few other curious folks from town, all sitting hushed in anticipatory silence as the school orchestra assembled onstage. " Some innate sense of balance told her that something was wrong with these tales. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated.
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