She floundered deep. Bring me clothing, I beg of you. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. There, hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach below the knee. I quickly ingratiated myself to Gianfrancesco, playing on his insecurities, drawing from his need for more and more power.
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