I should like to have had you forgive me. These sham ideals and advanced notions. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. I’m sorry. She relented out of exhaustion, yet he would not let her near Marina, his embrace tightening. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree.
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