’ ‘Uh-oh,’ came from her infuriating suitor and his eyes dropped to the weapon she was dragging from the holster under her petticoat. Folks don’t like ’em. And yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. Jack's friends were allowed to visit him,; but as he had openly avowed his intention of attempting an escape, their proceedings were narrowly watched.
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