There seemed to be no end to the pleasure coursing through every cell of my body. Pleasure blended with fear, I admit, as if I had just been born. I had never felt better in my life, that's the truth. If ghosts exist, Benvingut's ghost was by my side ...
Monday, September 21, 2009
The Skating Rink - pg. 43
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