His sword done with, he took up the bludgeon; balanced it in his hand; upon the points of his fingers; and let it fall with a smash, intentionally, upon the table. But it would be too risky. Sir Rowland witnessed these proceedings like one stupified. She could not risk going in the door, lest she run into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks. Using the shirt, she cleaned away the blood. “That’s suicidal bullshit, Lucy. I’ve never had a homemade Thanksgiving meal like that. . ” She replied.
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