But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. His fingers closed upon her hand. He seemed to have shrunken in his seat.
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