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You will find happiness,’ he told her. They were at lunch. The winter held days of sunshine, noons of infinite calm. He broke a piece of bread to cover his confusion, dismayed at the tense of his verb.

‘Do you think so?’ she said coolly. Nothing escaped her.

– James Salter

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