Ø Frightening silence settled.
Ø Choose the difficult right over the easy wrong.
Ø My morale took the lift again
Ø Black as pitch
Ø I got clean away
Ø Distantly and only fleetingly attainable.
Ø Fairly delicate mockery
Ø You didn’t love him=no, but it still gave pleasure.
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