Love Lies Bleeding, excerpt

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Oh, how I envied that, and the way his hand hovered at her elbow so carefully, and how the whiteness of her skin matched his so perfectly, as if they were a pair of china dolls that I could set up on a shelf and admire and take down to caress, but only in the moonlight, only in the darkness.

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