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larry durrell was not to blame. after all, days spent ignoring leslie, clicking absentmindedly at his typewriter, and a healthy dose of regularly complaining could only interest him for so long.

larry was still not to blame, even when he spotted the pretty neighbour from down the road sunbathing by the rocks. you were only, what, a handful of meters away from his window? and god, the greek summer sun made you shine like an angel.

larry was not to blame, but he couldn’t help be inspired by your presence. although, it is rather easy to be inspired when all you’ve eaten for the past day is berries foraged by your youngest brother. but for now, larry gazes longingly out the window, admiring you silently. his burning cigarette hangs between his long, slender fingers, and a pair of binoculars are tied to his other hand.