. . “She thinks that Missy is trying to turn me into a punk or a Goth. They steal over to Copeley's at night and dispose of the pearl for cash. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. The proposal is so far from being exorbitant, that it should be trebled if I had not a fellow-feeling in the cause. Mind, when we were all growed up, it were different. A vein of conviction mingled with his burlesque. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. She wanted to think. “No,” she answered.
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