bookstore in search of the
books he needed. Nothing he
saw along the way interested
him, perhaps because he
lacked any memories for
comparison and the deserted
streets and desolate houses
were the same as he had
imagined them at a time when
he would have given his soul
to know them. He had given
himself the permission denied
by Fernanda and only once
and for the minimum time
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