Richard's out on the porch, leaning on the rail and watching nothing in particular go by. Nothing's wrong, but he can't shake this nagging sense of discontent lately. And he's not yet admitted to himself that it mostly springs from the morning he woke up in bed with Arabella. So instead, he just stands out in the pleasant whether, with the
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