She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. ” “You’re leaving, aren’t you?” He accused. ’ There was a chuckle in his voice.
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