Mr. There was no rush. So she built a shrine. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. It resembled Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New Orleans. They went into Michelle's tiny bedroom, bare except for a dresser, a closet, and a miniscule single bed that resembled her own at the Becks. She let out a wail.
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