Her responses rose and fell. The parakeet flew from room to room. Trees across the street seemed bent by 80 degrees. I listened to her bully beef and dry biscuit reasoning from 12:00 to 2:00. As usual, an afternoon spent alone reading under a cypress tree on Mount Paladermo would have been highly preferable.
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