She snatched about in her mind. . She used his own gun against him, a method that was occasionally cleaner than slitting throats when she got it right. Living, he knew that he would never send that letter. . That same adventurousness that had already buoyed her through crises that would have overwhelmed any normally feminine girl with shame and horror now became uppermost again. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty.
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