I looked in her eyes and put my arm around her as I
had before and kissed her. I kissed her hard and held
her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed
tight. I was still angry and as I held her suddenly she
shivered. I held her close against me and could fed
her heart beating and her lips opened and her head
went back against my hand and then she was crying
on my shoulder.

"Oh, darling," she said. "You will be good to me,
won’t you?”

What the hell, I thought. I stroked her hair and
patted her shoulder. She was crying.

"You will, won’t you?" She looked up at me. "Be-
cause we’re going to have a strange life.

A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

Peter S. Beagle, “The Last Unicorn” 

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