” She smiled grimly at the recollection of that lunch—tea and roll at a cheap café. "Open the door, I say, or I'll burst it open. Oh, you must believe me. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color.
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