The dizziness made the trees sickening, the smell of Michelle’s perfume soapy and revolting. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. And yet, when you offered to help, it was what is to come that I had in mind. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. There was nothing to be got out of the man.
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