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“I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. Now she knew why the soldiers had not caught him. Before the Monroes I was placed with a single woman, Leslie Cavendish. 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. Marvel, who proceeded to the cart, and took his seat upon the coffin. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. Master and missis have been talking all day long about Jack Sheppard, and I'm dying to read his life.
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