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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. ‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance. Do you know, I am beginning to believe that we only exist nowadays by the tolerance of these millionaire tradesmen. It did seem germane to the matter that so many of the people “in the van” were plain people, or faded people, or tired-looking people. Melusine feigned a displeased frown.
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