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My hand lowered slowly to my side. It trembled. “There is no affection,” I said, each syllable a measured force of emotion I dared not allow purchase, “that will endure when treated as a thing.
My hand lowered slowly to my side. It trembled. “There is no affection,” I said, each syllable a measured force of emotion I dared not allow purchase, “that will endure when treated as a thing.
