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It was two hours before the news came through confirming it. The guests filed out of the church shaking their heads. Kerry heard the word ‘pity’ over and over. ...
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The walls are yellow, not magnolia. Nicotine finger stained yellow. I spray my hair, cheap stuff, smells like petrol. Push back, pin, twist the fringe, spray again. A wire hive ...
