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I bound him up good and tight, stuffed his mouth with a length of rope, taped it shut. “Quite right,” she said. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. And, without another word, he seized the table with both hands, and upset it; scattering plates, dishes, bottles, jugs, and glasses far and wide. “But I don’t see,” said Ann Veronica, “just how it fits the present situation.
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