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A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. They would arrive sometime in June. Another picture slid across her vision. There were a few loose, broken fragments of rock to reckon with upon the ledges, and one place where hands did as much work as toes. His face darkened. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat.
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