A creature of convenience, she could have cared less if her children were carried away by drunkards on the street. CHAPTER XVI. Clotilde pried Fritz from Lucy’s left leg where he was clinging. It was a pity people had to eat food. I tried painting and couldn’t get on. They smelled good, but they no longer smelled like food. “I murdered them, John.
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