"But I can guess what it's for. She was asked to meet him after his game Saturday afternoon. "But, let that pass. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. Maggot tenderly. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. "The feeling is dead within my breast. Will you please—Not now, or I must go.
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