"Lean on me," said Jack. "Ay, what's the matter, boy!" reiterated Jackson sternly. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. It heralded you, promised you.
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