She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. Because she states her case in a tangle, drags it through swamps of nonsense, it doesn’t alter the fact that she is right. Well, I don't think they'll any of 'em nab him, that's one comfort. ‘You know what I am about,’ exclaimed Melusine impatiently. Quite ordinary.
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