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“Sweetheart, don’t cry. Her anger was like hot metal shoved against my skin. Sorokin turned, just in time to see the glint of honed steel as the second Negro flipped open thestraight razor and set himself hard ’ “ “That’s not an excuse, that’s a seizure of petit mal.
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