Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. What passed between them I cannot think—I dare not. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. Understand once and for all that that answer is final. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it.
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