CHAPTER XXI. Then he took the pulse. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. That, I think, is manifest. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it.
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