I’ve loved her for two years, I love her now. She would buy a Greyhound ticket to New Orleans, make a kill or two, then travel into Texas and seduce some wandering man into taking her to Mexico, feast upon him once they got there. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. She would compose extremely lucid and honorable explanations.
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