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“Lift up one corner of the curtain for me. Down there, whisky raises the very devil with white men. “There is my aunt,” she said. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. Lucy could smell that Michelle was the body type that easily became cancerous, and fast.
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