\" She tried not to stare at Shari who had resumed 11 sipping the drugged cocoa. ” The man hesitated. ’ ‘Alone, miss?’ ‘Certainly alone. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. He had chosen his time well. ” It was her last evening in that wrappered life against which she had rebelled.
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