She had lost it. He stamped his last letter as Annabel entered. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. Did you ever go by any other names, ma’am?” “Yes. Here was one that subtly mocked her. “She thinks that Missy is trying to turn me into a punk or a Goth.
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