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Dancing #67


"Do let us have the light on, dearest."
I was pulled from my reverie by Lucy, and immediately I thumbed up the light switch and our room once more was illuminated. This had the effect of changing my mood entirely, and I realised I had allowed myself to fall into some kind of melancholic torpor - the consequence of reliving the events of that night and, perhaps, of being physically so close to the scene.
I gave myself a silent dressing-down and prepared to comfort Lucy who no doubt was horrified and frightened by the story I had just related.

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