On the floor, underneath the sixth row desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on its blunt round corner. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. Never glance sideways at man. She reloaded. You are not going anywhere but to the Tredgold College.
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