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’ She flounced back to stare out of the window again. Perhaps he truly meant it – perhaps there was a force within him that could withstand the hardships of existing past a mortal lifetime. In mid-bite, she heard a car door slam that was recognizable. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. The only circumstance which served to awaken a darker feeling in his breast was, that his implacable foe Jonathan Wild had survived the wound inflicted by Blueskin, and was slowly recovering. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. “Oh, dammit!” he remarked, “dammit!” with great bitterness as he faced it.
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