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F. I killed him, Nigel. The man Hill has persecuted me for months—ever since I have been in England. He opened the drawer of the writing table. Her neck was smeared with red and remorse flooded him. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked.
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