I'll stamp twice when we've done. “Because I hate you!” She spat. "Heaven be praised she knows me at last. And I think I will indeed blow off your imbecile head. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers.
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