She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. ” John tried to direct the topic away from him. The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. She slipped silently inside the door as he went inside a 12 putrid little bathroom to urinate. She could not stir hand or foot.
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