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She Hadn't Wanted To Be Loved Carefully, Only Well.

It's A Terrible Thing, Isn't It, The Way We Throw People Away?

Cassandra's Grandmother Smiled Then, Only It Wasn't A Happy Smile. Cassandra Thought She Knew How It Felt To Smile Like That. She Often Did So Herself When Her Mother Promised Her Something She Really Wanted But Knew Might Not Happen.

My Fingers Positively Itched To Drift At Length Along Their Spines, To Arrive At One Whose Lure I Could Not Pass, To Pluck It Down, To Inch It Open, Then To Close My Eyes And Inhale The Soul-sparking Scent Of Old And Literate Dust.

If You Don't Stop Apologizing, You're Going To Convince Me You've Done Something Wrong.