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. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. At sunset the swarming abruptly ceased; even the sampans appeared to draw closer together, with the quiet of water-fowl. ” “Excuse me,” Mr. Michelle stood perplexed. It was Annabel who caught at the paper.
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