I know how bad it feels. The doctor reached over and laid his hand upon Spurlock's heart. Had he had the child to think of, he might have recovered from his grief at Mary’s death. Spurlock. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. Pain sliced into Gerald’s hand and his sword arm jerked. "And on my part, I shall not lift a hand to defend myself.
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