"Enough," said Jack, recovering his composure. I snatched it up, pointed it blindly at him, and fired. Whenever she came upon the obliterated word and paused, her father would say: "Faith. There it is. “You won’t give me away, Anna. She hated tricking Shari, whose joy for life was the only thing that made her naive enough to fall for laced iced tea or hot cocoa, depending on the season. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged.
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