Wouldn't take my advice. ‘Now what?’ The guard jerked his head up the corridor. . "Why, you don't think as how they're crimps, do you?" Ben inquired. “I thank you for your advice,” she said. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother.
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