The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. It isn’t. ” She replied. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. It had been a big event for teens across town. “Nice sleeve,” she said, and came to his hand and kissed it. But in this posture he fared worse than ever.
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