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I'll not speak of Jack or Jonathan. Michelle walked up the concrete porch steps, gesturing to Lucy to do the same. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. His chin was angular and his lips were 16 small, his mouth tiny and refined. You may command my services at any time.
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