’ Quick anger flared, surpassing the fluttering hope. He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. The manager twisted his moustache. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend.
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