‘Cover her, men. It tore her apart. ” Sheila snarled. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. "What shall we do, Poll?" hesitated Edgeworth Bess. “Who did you live with before the Becks? I hear things.
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