Little more’n a week. 126 Lucy drank them as the first rays of watery sunlight seeped through the mullioned windows, then put their husks in the claw-footed bathtub. You’d think with as much dick as she gets that she’d cheer up. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. She would lure him, as he was an easily tempted child predator who could even more easily be turned into prey. “I couldn’t help it. She helped herself to the remainder of the slightly congealed bacon, and reverted to the problem of getting her luggage out of the house. Every word you utter puzzles me.
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