Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. You're alone, too, child. Michelle had warned her of the girl, calling her “Bitchster”. Spurling, you're a witness to the bet. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom.
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