‘How famous. But that, and that sort of thing, is just a day-dream. ” Michelle replied, still haunted by the image of her friend brutally amputating a man’s finger. D. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. She laid her hand upon his arm. Ruth was not a woman; she was a phenomenon.
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