‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding. Oh, God!” Rhea sniffed the air through two gaping nostrils that had eroded through her onion skin flesh. “I’ve been thinking—all the afternoon. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing.
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