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They even talked about friendship. She’s a snob. But she was only able to save a corner of the letter. “Get me some brandy and my bag. ‘I can’t think how I’ve tolerated myself all these years. ” There was never any shortage of bad men to eat, especially with pestilence and superstition to cover their tracks. The man could put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them.
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