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Turning, she flew for the nearest door. White. I don’t care! I’m glad I did. First-off, he had decided not to tell her what he had found at the bottom of that manila envelope. ” He looked at her intensely, his dark eyes deepened with sleeplessness. A sound sleeper, she was not roused by the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s downstairs bathroom. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. Wood—" "That's false!" cried a voice behind him.
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