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Sunday, July 21st, 2013
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4:33p - A busy night
She also had had a busy night. She had butchered the policeman's corpse, draining off his blood into vases and flowerbowls, filling the washstand with his entrails. She had toasted strips of meat over the grate, at the end of a long skewer. Now she shot the needle and sat back on the floor next to the bed, her hands over her face.
(No Pola Pārka "Soldiers of Paradise".)
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