He had forgiven everybody. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. She stood among them, watching them and feeling curiously alien to them.
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