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‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. Dolls. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. I know how bad it feels. " At this moment, Saint Sepulchre's clock struck six.
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