She bathed frequently with ash and lye soap stolen from traders. Idiote. Brown gushed conservatively about the orchestra, letting the audience know about the recording engineers and how proud he was of Martin Chen. Good riddance. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony.
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