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“You poor little girl!” he cried. All that was needed to complete the simile was that the girl should burst into song. Vorsack rose from the table and departed for the bathroom, mumbling something about a Tylenol. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. Detention would mean coming home late, which spelled distraction and trouble on the night of a kill. The girl stupidly ran for the teacher leaving her still without clothing. ‘Never fear, my love. He temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once more to his.
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