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Still, Katy Pfister is a
grumpy whore who would open her legs for half the
football team if given a chance. They were sounding more and more like
Civic every day. She wondered who the
girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow
grave. The rain smelled of
the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond
the manor's white sea-soaked walls. "But vere'll be the use o' vinnin'? you von't live to
pay me. You know, Melusine. Ever since he came here, three months ago, he has been the life and soul of
the place; and now the death warrant has arrived, instead of being cast down, as
most men would be, and as all others are, he's gayer than ever. Her sadness was manageable only
because she was so familiar with its phases, because she
could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer
studying the moon. I learned of your
betrothal, gleaned all the information I could simply by
eavesdropping.
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