“Like all good friends, they hated seeing their relationship lose its emotional innocence, its chastity of good will, and now that the thing was lost, now that searing statements had changed hands and left scars, neither looked forward to the future.”
Source: The Wine of Violence (1981), Chapter 14 (p. 160)
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