It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. She bathed frequently with ash and lye soap stolen from traders.
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