She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. ‘You are stubborn like a mule. ” Annabel yawned. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. I’d ruin the things if I so much as touched one.
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