“Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. It was the only time she had ever hit him, punched him right in the stomach like one of his favorite Three Stooges episodes. Fancy, as they say hereabouts!" What had aroused this open-air monologue was a small tin sign in a window. It seemed to make her sister downcast beyond any precedent. “I don’t take any prisoners, John! You do not want this life!” “Yes I do! I am an adult. Amongst them was a revolver. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window.
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