'Oh, I have great plans for you,' he replied. 'He's gone. And in the dream I told her she had to go away. None whatsoever, I replied.
For a long while I stood at the stone balustrade. I was hounded out of Virginia. Probably one by Botticelli, but then maybe Fra Filippo Lippi. I was still feeling the dazed elation, the cruel excitement that surrounded Sweetheart's funeral for me, and I didn't really care about growing up or anything else.
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