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” Mr. Your aunt liked the pheasant. “Ohmigod, Katy, you fucking killed her!” A trio of girls sniggered. “My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. ” “Try what?” She asked, coolly assessing his lithe hips. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. Then suddenly he seized a new preparation bottle that stood upon his table and contained the better part of a week’s work—a displayed dissection of a snail, beautifully done—and hurled it across the room, to smash resoundingly upon the cemented floor under the bookcase; then, without either haste or pause, he swept his arm along a shelf of re-agents and sent them to mingle with the debris on the floor. ” “Of course,” his friend answered.
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