Interlude

For a while it had not been about the love he felt at first. She turned his silent observation back on him by asking about chores undone that might distract from sadness long beyond its infancy. Why not see the hypnotist who might facilitate erasure of new lustful thoughts? It was a boulder in the road ahead they faced alone together. How he looked was gaunt, and she was tired again. Each needed a place to hide and then a reason to resist it and come out from hiding anymore.

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