He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. I am not prying for my own amusement. It was the one that she had sworn she’d throw out, if only Julian had not liked it so much.
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