The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. He was way out of her league and it was downright odd that he had obliged himself to talk to her, let alone walk her home. . “Dear John,” she whispered. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. Hurry to me, I entreat you. Give me the chisel, Blueskin.
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