She felt her heartbeat accelerate until it was pounding her chest. She watched as his headlights flooded the driveway and many minutes after his car was gone. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. I don’t think that the rest of the people here like us very well, do they, Arthur, so we’re obliged to be friends. No one spoke to her.
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