Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. When I gave him an invitation to supper, I little thought he'd accept it. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. “I must live, you know. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that villainous French in your tongue.
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