I swear it. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. Anna opened a cupboard and produced cups and saucers and a tin of coffee. I am come to serve you. "Humph!" exclaimed Jonathan, doubtfully. His attitude was as different from Gianfrancesco’s as night was from day. "You'll never return.
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