She gathered stones to place upon the makeshift grave. "Can't!" repeated his mother. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. ‘What are the chances, do you think, of that thing being already cocked?’ ‘Probably not even loaded,’ suggested Hilary hopefully. “So I see that you have become content with your hardscrabble existence, your week-to-week survival, your Martin Chen!” “Who?” “Your limp-wristed lover!” “Um. “Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely.
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