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Description: I tell you that I love you, Anna, and I believe that you love me. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. Catching hold of his chin

I tell you that I love you, Anna, and I believe that you love me. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. Catching hold of his chin, he bent back the neck, while with his left hand he pulled out a clasp knife, which he opened with his teeth, and grasping Wild's head with his arm, notwithstanding his resistance, cut deeply into his throat. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. I won’t try. “I was sick of the make-believe. “No, I mean that we should assemble ourselves in case your parents arrive home. But what did he know beyond these facts? Nothing, clearly. "She wouldn't let me go.

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