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But—he was cleverer than any of you. Always. She crept behind the open door and pounced on him when he came out of the bathroom, knocking him onto the floor with a loud thud. She had felt deserving of the punishment, as he had been mainly concerned that she would be killed by accidentally falling into the pit, but it was a terrible insult. “Why don’t they wait?” he added. ‘Very well, mademoiselle, so be it,’ he snapped. The hurricane had now reached its climax. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray.
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