I was confused; all I could think about was finding Therese, but when I tried to stand up I almost fainted. Her name was Violette and she had black hair and bore a striking resemblance to Karl. The cheery down-to-earth banter of the cab driver disoriented her; it seemed so incongruous after everything that had happened. Just tell me the truth.
No need to apologise, Karl said politely. a blood-red halo; and he seemed utterly alien, supernatural, no longer the man she had loved. He suggested—we decided that we might as well all go to bed and talk properly in the morning when we're fresh. The streetlights were diamonds brushing everything with soft colours.
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