ALL DREAMS DIE IN THE NORTH

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I think about it often, and I still don’t know why I accepted Paul McLiard’s invitation that evening. Maybe because he was the director and I was flattered, or maybe because he was always kind to me and always said the right thing, or maybe I just felt sorry for him because he was disfigured by a badly stitched harelip and that look in his eyes seemed to be an eternal apology for his unattractive appearance.


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We walked slowly towards the parking lot and he offered to drive me home, even though I kept insisting that I could take the bus. After all, it wasn’t that late and – remember? – at the time we lived on the other side of town.

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EPILOGUE

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Doreen thought about it all afternoon and all night, and by morning she had decided.

 

 

 

 

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