Hurrying down the Haymarket, he was arrested by a crowd who were collected round a street-singer. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. You were never married at all. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. Sheila grabbed the gun and laughed hysterically, brandishing the weapon and baying like a bear.
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