I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. He wanted to become a millionaire. ’ ‘Leonardo again,’ Gerald muttered and, to her disappointment, dropped her hand. ‘En tout cas, it is not reasonable that I could be at all in love with him.
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