She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town. The priceless things were gathered, the belongings packed. Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast. Yet the fact remains that you do not understand me at all. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. “What do you mean, hanging round with my wife?” he answered fiercely.
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