Lucy had tried for years to find a way of not getting blood all over herself when she made a kill. ’ ‘But, no,’ She dimpled. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. One cannot successfully argue with a drunken man. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead.
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