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as much as its unexpectedness, but once again there was that feeling of naturalness, of rightness; she grinned, "Okay, you asked for it," and slipped out of the baggy, elasticated maroon pantaloons and loose jacket -- she disliked clothes that revealed the contours of her body -- and that was the beginning of the sexual marathon that left them both sore, happy and exhausted when it finally ground to a halt.
He told her: he fell from the sky and lived. She took a deep breath and believed him, because of her father's faith in the myriad and , too, of what the mountain had taught her. "Okay," she said, exhaling. "I'll buy it. Just don't tell my mother, all right?" The universe was a place of wonders, and only habituation, the anaesthesia of the everyday, dulled our sight. She had read, a couple of days back, that as part of their natural processes of combustion, the stars in the skies crushed carbon into diamonds. The idea of the stars raining diamonds into the void: that sounded like a miracle, too. If that could happen, so could this. Babies fell out of zillionthfloor windows and bounced. There was a scene about that in