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He was angry, she could see it in his face, his tightened lips. Though his body barely moved, he let his shoulder drop away in a poor attempt at nonchalance.
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For we sit together, deeply drinking/thirsting after naught but peaceful thinking.
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The swami said his dance card was filled when I propositioned him at the party. Artists have such interesting friends. Maybe it's the grit under their fingernails or the turpentine smell on their breath, or maybe, it's the idea that because they are artists their…
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"Maybe…" he began searching for some comforting wisdom. "Maybe it's like this. Husbands live for their wives. Mothers live for their children. And children...well...until they're husbands or wives, they live for themselves."
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