She munched her bland Whopper as he wolfed three in a row, stuffing his mouth with half a dozen French fries at a time. “I don’t suppose you’ll be able to do it much,” said Ann Veronica. She had killed the McCloskeys after they had witnessed her making a kill. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable.
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