She would buy a Greyhound ticket to New Orleans, make a kill or two, then travel into Texas and seduce some wandering man into taking her to Mexico, feast upon him once they got there. ‘Don’t dare call her that to my face. Permit me to make him known to you—Mr. “I was sick of the make-believe. If I let you believe I did not love you, and they found me, your shame would be negligible. After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls.
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