She dragged the broken bottle across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon her throat. He made it brief. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. All the money he earned—serving McClintock and the muse—could be laid away. We were two people with a craving.
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