When a feeling was there, they felt as if it would never go; when it was gone they felt as if it had never been; when it returned, they felt as if it had never gone.

Evey night before I sleep I look above the sky and see sparkling stars shimmy do bright

He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise.

I ate in the silence and drank my coffee and looked occasionally at Susan’s picture on my desk. Let us be true to one another, dear.

Written By Robert B. Parker

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