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e open it after taking showers in the cramped bathroom.
Afterwards we doze, then wake to the dark, to half-empty glasses beside the bed. A thrush is singing outside in short, cascading phrases. Marie stirs and kisses my chest. Her hot breath sighs across my skin but I can't tell whether that's longing or satisfaction.See the full content of this document
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On the last day we hitch to the Blue Anchor at Helstone to try the beer they brewed on the p...
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