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F. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. Had he found the secret door? Running to the centre, she tried to judge where the knocking came from. ‘I don’t want to hurt you any more. She found pieces of it on the blacktop near the green dumpster, amazingly small pieces considering the fabric’s original heft. “Want to see my fangs?” She asked. ‘Wait a minute, though.
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