I told him that I was not ‘Alcide. ‘My name’s NOT More, Mr. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed.
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