’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. I don’t conceal it. The sing-song girls in Hong-Kong are far handsomer. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. But the twins were so fucked over at that point they were zombies.
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