" "Would you like to have me read to you?" He did not answer. The door is open, so it is needless to ask leave to enter. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. He sent a speculative glance at the immobile yellow face. “Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. Her arms and feet were uncovered, and of almost skeleton thinness. “I’m next, Mr. And life is much the same, whether taken in battle, on the couch, or by the road-side.
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