She placed the freezer back on top of Ray Plote's old hiding place, now his permanent resting place. Anyhow, that is how things are. Whenever ecstasy— any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions eased the pressure. I can’t but feel it’s an undesirable complication to drag in the Charvills at this point. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. Lucy could see her striding down a Parisian catwalk quite easily. Expiation.
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