THIRTEEN TALES
ffed sofas cusered footstools, capestries ered furniture, every floor ed, every carpet overlaid draped t as blotting paper absorbs ink, so all t absorbed sound, ting paper takes up only excess ink, to suck in the words we spoke.
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‘ill you take your meals in ting table and a single che window.
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‘t’s all to you, I’ll eat here.“
‘I’ll bring you soup and sandrain. You’ve to make your tea and coffee just o reveal a kettle, tiny fridge. ”It o tc, for not ing me in chen.
S me to my unpacking.
In t e to unpack my feoiletries. I pusea and coffee to one side and replaced t of cocoa I from enougime to test tique bed— tress and I kno—before turned ray. “Miss inter invites you to meet eig to make it sound like an invitation, but I under-stood, as I meant to, t it was a command.