When there were cicadas earlier in the summer it was good. Their singing was like blood rushing in her ears. It was one of those outside inside things.
– Edward St. Aubyn: Never Mind
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When there were cicadas earlier in the summer it was good. Their singing was like blood rushing in her ears. It was one of those outside inside things.
– Edward St. Aubyn: Never Mind