He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable as fate itself. Lucy could sense her mental resolution to nip Michelle’s burgeoning obsession with the occult in the bud. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. Shall we sit outside and drink a petit verre of something to give us an appetite while dinner is being prepared?” “Certainly not,” she answered.
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