It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. Every moment. Irregularly, in a quite inglorious and unromantic way, you know, I am a vicious man. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once.
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