he indulged himself in all her blue eyes photographed, listening to recited stories of her youth. and then he put a bullet in his head.
oh dear. and that was the last of cheri.
this book did an amazingly good job as i did not notice how i felt for cheri and lea until the story ended. i guess something about them might have developed in me, that's why i feel so sad now all of a sudden.
scarier than time is the pace of ageing.
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