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Sebastian sat smirking in amusement. “Thanks, Mister McCloskey. ” “I’ll wait, then. ” Lucy considered the irony that Michelle had spent seventeen years waiting to escape the suburban existence she had always longed to live. She looked at the suitcase sadly and stashed it underneath her bed. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol. “I believe you are quite right so far as regards the present, at any rate,” someone remarked, from the depths of an easy chair.
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