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Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free.
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