She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town. “I know. "As yet," pursued the stranger, "Sir Montacute had placed no limit to his son's expenditure. Maybe half a year, counting this summer.
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