\"How's it going, Lucy?\" She turned. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. As they left Florence, dying men and women still scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses running, begging to join them in their journey out. ‘You are extremely empty-headed, Lucy. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. You have been to see your sister, of course. If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. He also had Janine’s daughter, Traci, who he just couldn’t leave alone after she reached puberty, when she grew a small set of underdeveloped breasts.
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