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"You've won your wager. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “If I had three hands,” she said, with a faint smile, “I would give one to each of you. \"Those look heavy. “I didn’t know you objected to him, daddy. All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. She studied her form in the full length mirror, assessed 69 her body as one would that of a prize calf, trying to see it through his eyes, through the eyes of desire. The worst was over now. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. Knives were worse, especially when you were stabbed back and left traces of your own blood at the crime scene. “I don’t know. I’ve got to stay at home and remain in a state of suspended animation. He must have been following her from room to room, silent in his stockinged feet.
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