"My portrait!" echoed Jack. You’ll end up dead, that’s what. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe chignon. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. Why am I here—thirty years of loneliness? Because I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not have the good, I would not take the bad. A sound sleeper, she was not roused by the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s downstairs bathroom. It was horrible. I do not wish to blow off a head, you understand.
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