And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. They're only just gone, mercy on us! what a clatter," she added, as the knocking was repeated more violently than before. So he marched into the street, primarily bent upon making the favourable discovery.
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