Missy looked like a troll with lipstick on. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. ‘Something in that, missie. ” “You want to change my look, yes?” Lucy peered at her. That he’s come here at all shows he’ll stop at nothing.
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