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She could tell that he was leering at her. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. The slow stars circled on to the moment of their meeting. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. " "Try to leave the room, and see whether I daren't," returned Jack, opening the blade.
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