The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. When I examined you for ‘ill humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body, to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would give you pleasure. So he goes out with girls from his group instead of me. You do not love your husband, you have married him for a position —to escape from—things which you feared.
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