She went to the table under the end window at which she had been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of re-agents. “Life’s so queer,” she said, kneeling and looking into the flames. Michelle burst into laughter, followed by John, who almost spit up his cola. She shuddered with relief as it seemed that Mike and Shari were still out and about. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. ” John looked at her sympathetically.
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