The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. I had to follow the sound of it for a… — F.Scott Fitzgerald
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. I had to follow the sound of it for a moment, up and down, with my ear alone, before any words came through. A damp streak of hair lay like a dash of blue paint across her cheek, and her hand was wet with glistening drops as I took it to help her from the car.
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