She looks closer, examining him. It's too good, it's better than perfect, it's better than any imitation or imposter. It can't be anyone else but him.
But M never jokes. He certainly never apologizes to her. Which means—]
...It's alright, Mary Clarissa Christie.
[And she turns on heel, back straight, hands stiff at her sides, intending to take her leave as quickly as possible, and perhaps later gather the broken remnants of her dignity. What a fool she is, making such a basic mistake.]
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She looks closer, examining him. It's too good, it's better than perfect, it's better than any imitation or imposter. It can't be anyone else but him.
But M never jokes. He certainly never apologizes to her. Which means—]
...It's alright, Mary Clarissa Christie.
[And she turns on heel, back straight, hands stiff at her sides, intending to take her leave as quickly as possible, and perhaps later gather the broken remnants of her dignity. What a fool she is, making such a basic mistake.]