Shari proceeded to paint, brush, dust, slather, and blot Lucy’s face with makeup. Please sit with me. And then they disgorged. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to death. “I might go home, I don’t know. It isn't for their sakes, it's for your own.
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