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. “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. ” She thought more and more along that line. He inspected the formidable array of rifles and at length walked over to the register. Winifred screamed. “What?” He replied. “Come on in, Michelle. Amiable and good-looking.
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