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"
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
mean
.
You
crushed
him
like
an
insect
.
"
"
No
,
darling
.
I
gave
him
a
quick
glimpse
of
the
world
.
He
was
building
a
false
one
.
"
"
Who
are
you
to
know
what
the
world
is
?
"
Ethan
walked
past
her
and
out
the
back
door
.
"
Where
are
you
going
?
"
"
To
cut
the
lawn
.
"
"
I
thought
you
were
tired
.
"
"
I
am
—
I
was
.
"
He
looked
over
his
shoulder
and
up
at
her
standing
inside
the
screened
door
.
"
A
man
is
a
lonely
thing
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
smiled
at
her
a
moment
before
he
got
out
the
lawnmower
.
Mary
heard
the
whirring
blades
tearing
through
the
soft
and
supple
grass
.
The
sound
stopped
by
the
doorstep
.
Ethan
called
,
"
Mary
,
Mary
,
my
darling
.
I
love
you
.
"
And
the
whirling
blades
raged
on
through
the
overgrown
grass
.
