She could not help but swoon a little. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. She would have to leave very soon. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. Here she walked more slowly, looking constantly at the notices in the shop windows.
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