It's exactly like a miniature I have in my pocket. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. When they made love, he seemed to shift into the realm of possessiveness. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. If I had known that you had meant to talk like this I wouldn’t have come here. It was a sovereign easily earned.
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