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And Aeneas—well, that was all Roman propaganda.
A grin split his face. “Alice Law, you naughty girl. You’re trying to go to Hell.”
“Hell’s lonely,” said Peter. “You’ll want company.” “Hell is other people, I’ve heard.”
What Alice needed most then was a nice long holiday, and then perhaps institutionalization at some remote facility near the sea.
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