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The woman was afraid. She was afraid of being afraid. So she kissed the soldier whom she did not know, kissed him beneath the maple tree on the edge of her uncle’s farm. He whispered in her ear. They went into the house. When he left she did not love him any more than when she had kissed him.
Six weeks later she tried to shoot herself. She missed – not because she didn’t have the courage, but because she hadn’t the foggiest notion where her heart was.
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