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The officer showed her into the sleepy suburban
police station, a hub of inactivity on Sunday night except
for herself and a slightly drunk woman who had been
brought in for DUI. Jack Kimble nodded eagerly. The world had grown
dark and wide, and she was very small. Nothing shall induce me to act contrary to the dictates of my
conscience. He
was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively
harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded. He has
been a father to me and my child. The same pale white buttocks, the
same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her
collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never
been able to erase. Restlessness, then, was the
trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. ’
‘It’s already known,’ said Mrs Sindlesham, ‘judging by the number of callers
we have had these two days.
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