“She saw the castle and was delighted, so she told Farhat that if he built another one, a better one, that they would be married. I’ve had the rarest luck and fallen on my feet. Spurling's sooty imp, Caliban. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. Something insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man was there.
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