“The Annabel who lives here, who sings every night at the ‘Unusual’? They call her by your old name. Sheila found out. He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless. Sheila grabbed the gun and laughed hysterically, brandishing the weapon and baying like a bear. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face.
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