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” He smiled and buzzed her in to the glass doors, which opened by an unseen electronic hand. ” She shook her head. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. Crocodile Tears. “I want you to kiss me,” she said. McClintock, without comment, accepted the hand. The fates are never so kind to me. Anna and her escort exchanged glances. This door was crested with spikes, and guarded on the right by a bristling semicircle of spikes.
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