On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. It is repulsive. The Reaper is not sated yet. Pah!’ She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap. She had never heard anything so unholy. “Let me help you,” he begged.
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