Mary’s Reviews > Contempt > Status Update

“…with my cheek against her breast and her hand on my forehead. In reality, I still hoped that she might love me and I was afraid that this separation, even by the admission of its mere possibility, might really come to pass.”

There were always flowers in a vase on my desk; my papers were always arranged with loving, inviting orderliness, as though to encourage me to work and guarantee me the greatest possible privacy and quietness; the tea service always stood ready on a small table with napkins and a box of crackers;
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