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He was not particularly grateful for the present situation. It was Missy and Michelle in her grandmother's old Buick. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. She leaned back in her chair. The nuns had no regard for the sensibilities of a “lady” and expected Melusine— for it was her allotted task—to clean and tend the soldier’s wounds even when they festered. ‘Now then, girl. I deserve pretty much what I’ve got. Then, in a few years, he and Ruth might fare forth in comfort and security. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon.
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