A pretty name for a pretty girl. It was astonishing how often this picture returned: cold rosy apples and flurries of snow. She was alone with a deadly enemy. “That’s enough, Michelle!” Diane snapped in the ugly raised voice of the enforcer. Perhaps an hour later he would begin again. They had been so considerate of the earth they had touched that they barely left a footprint.
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