Because her self-appointed super-star lawyer husband traveled so much for work, Lucy spent a lot of time alone.
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Through these waves and noises
They sit across from us in subway cars
It was toward the end of September 1956 when the leaves from all the inner-city trees had already fallen.
Adam, in a horrid state, rouses himself up and searches about, no one to be seen.
The hypnotist’s voice is a glacial lake: smooth, distant, cold, and piercing.
