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- She throws the window up and it is the blast of cold air billowing her filmy blue
- nightgown out behind that tells her that this is no dream. The man is gone and with
- a sensation like swooning she realizes he was never there. She takes a shuddering,
- groping step backward and the wolf leaps smoothly into her room and shakes itself,
- spraying a dreamy sugarpuff of snow in the darkness.
- But love! Love is like ... is like . . . like a scream
- February
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