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Spurlock lay with his head on his arms, asleep. Her hair was washed for her also. If I’m late again I’ll have to serve another detention!” She excused herself, hoping it was not too obvious she was running away. ‘You don’t know the whole, child. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness. She had become unashamed of her nudity, altogether unfocused on her appearance. An admirable alternative presented itself and she sighed, spreading her hands. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to death.
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