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bornwithwings
I remember the house, my house, its bright cherry doors, the long lawn made for children, the barn, the plum tree with its plums strewn on the lawn in season, the banty hens by the barn, little feathered soldiers on their beat, pecking at the plums. I remember how(more)
Trigorin
He was still out there.
A hundred miles and he was still out there, sitting calmly, the cup of coffee next to him.
Inside the plane, she couldn't help staring at him.
Him?
A man. Maybe. (more)