No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. "They imagine their work is done. ” He bit, feeling the numb desire to maul her. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. One hour later she had gone back to the mission—without the salt. She turned there and beckoned.
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