“What the hell is going on here, Officer?” He grumbled. . Daily contact with actual human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative. God only knows what I have done, or left undone. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one.
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