“Wow,” I say, grinning at my little soldier. “She’s really on there.” “How did you take this off without removing skin?” he asks, flummoxed. “I guess now is when I tell you the truth,” I say with quiet solemnity. “You may have noticed that I sparkle in the sunlight. That my skin is like marble.” I pause. “This is the skin of a killer.”
DIVORCE HER AND MARRY HER TWICE
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