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For her, I'd burn a candle worth four hours' pay to me, i.e. one-sixth of a day, thinking: the other five-sixths are there, too, if you want them. It would glow purple against her face and her cheekbones would ridge like sand ripples. She'd say I had good taste, and I'd say: no, you. We'd both be right because no one with discernment could spend th
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