They were terrible, horrible people. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. She loved for him to regale her with the stories of his past, the days of ancient Greece. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. “I remember hearing something about it. ” He replied.
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