Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. She pulled, he rose to his feet.
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