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It’s an emerald. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. “Did she? I’m sorry, Mike. She noticed that this trunk was not littered with hotel labels. “Why do you need to go for a walk, Michelle?” Diane asked darkly. He's a cutie. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. Too much blood has been shed already.
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