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She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. I dared not sing, I dared not laugh, except when you went away. She went about the gory business of disposing of the bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like overcooked, ruined meat. And that would spoil it. "I cannot break my vow. "And so I want the boy out of the way," he concluded. Its heroes never had daughters, they borrowed other people’s. Come back—you must come back.
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