” “Sure thing, kid. “Every one. ” “What do you want?” he asked, bluntly. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. But the offences I have committed are venial in comparison with what I should commit were I to wed your father. ‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips.
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