She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. Maggot. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground. ‘You wouldn’t know one end of a pistol from the other. Ramage’s bitterness passed as abruptly as his aggression. Capes looked at one and not over one, spoke to one, treated one as a visible concrete fact.
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