“No, not that I know of,” Michelle replied, her still eyes not meeting Lucy’s. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. “Who did you live with before the Becks? I hear things. Dare you?” “Do you mean NOW?” “At the end of the session.
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