Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed. Wood, by whom it was formerly occupied. She had never said anything so horrible to anyone in her life. Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. He's an interpretative genius, if there ever was one. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe.
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