Ladies with weapon’s on ’em. His friendship seemed a thing worth having. Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. I hate to see you spoil yourself with guys like me. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. But this afternoon it discovered an unusual vein of irritability in her.
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