“I’m next, Mr. ” “The Bubonic Plague?” He asked. When he returned, it was always the same. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. And it’s no good pretending there is one when there isn’t. He was always visualizing the Hand whenever he let his gaze rest upon the horizon. If it came at all, it was as fleeting as the girl's smile.
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