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For a moment he did not recognize Annabel. He picked up the remote and sat himself to her right. “No,” she said, under her breath, “you can’t face it. ‘That’s what comes of disarming yourself. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. Sc. Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow named Dawn Plote.
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