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6. ” She pointed to the envelope still resting upon the mantelpiece. She felt her canines grow, the hunger consuming her. Her naked body was an abomination of caked filth and sagging tubes for breasts. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’ Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind. “You’ll do no such thing, Sheila. "How, Sir?" "Except by adoption. “He seems like such a nice boy. When he came to a certain sentence in Brendon’s letter he stopped short and looked up at her. Ms. ‘I broke in. “Is that plain?” she asked. I felt—I felt living in a masked world.
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