I longed to touch her, though I hadn’t but long ago, and so stirred the more, I sought her out, for lo in all those years, tumult intervening and the raw sewage dried of  a life no more, the feeling returned a vengeance and I moved to satisfy and so I called her and it was not her voice said was April past they buried her.

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