Standing over the pierced Rhea, Lucy bayed, a long cry that was half-scream and half-howl. ’ It was the Press who forced the identity upon me. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. I hate children.
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