It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. ” Lucy rubbed Michelle on the shoulder. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. Will you go? You'll be paid handsomely for your trouble.
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