Karl! He was so still and cold that she was sure he was dead. Yearning towards something. But he was not looking at her. You want me to get over it? But why should you care, why the hell should you care? Do
He began to walk towards her, a knowing glint in his eye that approached lust. He had simply become the centre, a flower to a bee. Clutching her weightless form, he walked on until he saw the rows of folded black shapes against the whiteness. I have to confess that with Madeleine, this would have been easier.
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