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"What for?" demanded Wood. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. Still unconscious of anything he did physically. His chin was angular and his lips were 16 small, his mouth tiny and refined. We don’t want no trouble, do we?’ At sight of him, everything went out of Melusine’s head but the thought of Jack Kimble.
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