His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers. “Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks. He seemed to know a great deal about life. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. Even then it sent Spurlock spinning backward, to crash against the wall. He was followed by a great pile of black organs, hers, her female parts. Fast asleep, he is. She cocked her head. He is coming here to tea.
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