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“I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. ’ Exasperated, Gerald glared at her. It was dry, as if she had powdered it. What could I do at home? The other’s a crumple-up—just surrender. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. That's part of the bargain. " She rose.
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