“I have a letter for you, and no end of messages. Sheppard. The key is in my trousers. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. Around her neck was a little gold chain. ’ Gerald eyed her with interest.
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