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anya_kindheart1 января 2022‘And Peter,’ she went on, ‘we used to have a valentine box, and they’d get this big box, somebody would bring it from home, and we’d cover it with white crepe paper and paste big red hearts on it, lopsided hearts, some of them, because all of us didn’t understand about folding the paper so both sides would match. Some drew them freehand.’ She wondered now if it was the cold light that pressed against her eyes that made her a little faint or the odor that surrounded him.
‘And you got a great many valentines,’ he said, his lips scarcely moving.
‘A great many?’
‘Because you were beautiful even then,’ he said.
How could he have said that, she wondered. How have so misunderstood her, for she tried only to convince him and herself that she had once had identity, a desk of her own, a numbered hook in the cloakroom for her coat, a place on the class roll, a view out the window of swings and a board fence beyond. Or was he right in sensing that she boasted of stars earned and valentines received because she was — beautiful? How awful to lead a conversation around so that another was bound to say, because you were beautiful!
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