May 2010
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“So it hadn’t been wrong or dishonest of her to say no this morning, when he asked if she hated him, any more than it had been wrong or dishonest to serve him the elaborate breakfast and to show the elaborate interest in his work, and to kiss him goodbye. The kiss, for that matter, had been exactly right — a perfectly fair, friendly kiss, a kiss for a boy you’d just met at a party, a boy...
