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he was trying to conceal from her, if not from himself
that the plan had instantly frightened him
the voice of a hero, a voice befitting
the kind of person Bill Croft could admire
medieval
breastplate
wearing a parisian tailored suit, briskly pulling off her gloves - coming home
and finding him hunched in an egg stained bathrobe, an unmade bed picking his nose
they fell asleep
like children
you didnt force
me to take it
I was a wise guy
with a big mouth