What you wanted, I could not. I could knotted love those bodies down. I dreamed of white when sewn only by this one ghost, just lace one day and no more than bored. Then her crooked finger crept on over, poked it in my ribs, fished it out and made the muscle clear. I was on the way with her home, we saw the ghost. She holds no needle now. Marry the dog, make it easy, make it clean. Marry the dog.