Cut to pieces —slashed—bloodied. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. ‘I want a word with you, my lad.
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