That's what I was doing when you stopped me, I answered. I would bring flowers, and books of poetry to read. There is no forgiving, said Lestat. It's love between us.
A ripping sense of mortality weakened me. Oh, yes, Lestat said. She shot up and backwards, glaring at him. But the damage had been done.
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