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One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. ’ ‘Uh-oh,’ came from her infuriating suitor and his eyes dropped to the weapon she was dragging from the holster under her petticoat. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty. It was Missy and Michelle in her grandmother's old Buick. I came to the Beck’s house.
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