I ain't going to read no more of that strong-arm writing at all." Mary Gage heard the door close, heard the footsteps of her friend passing down the little hall.

She was alone again.

Her heart was throbbing high.
What she first had seen was the soul of a man; a man's confession; his recessional as well.

Now she knew that he was indeed going away from her life forever.

Which had been more cruel, blindness or vision?
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