There the figure stands. That coat, that hat - even that blonde hair swept aside by the wind - pure temptation. And from his chair behind the window, Jerome stared. How he longed to approach that mysterious figure, to satisfy his curiosity, to walk out and pursue it everywhere. Sure, Vincente and his brother both cautioned against it, but what harm could there be?
Slowly, Jerome stepped out the door.
An omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
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