The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. I wouldn’t recommend doing anything. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. Sheppard, passing her hands over his face, and gazing at him with a look that made him shudder. The room behind was another small antechamber, presumably linking the back rooms.
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