Dorothy Taylor breathed in dust like it was her own, her own worn bones being ground into dirt. Instead of being just a tired old floor, and hardly dirty, she’d swept it herself. Such a pity her head was pressed up against it.
She could feel Jack’s foot in the small of her back, could smell his shoes, and something...
She could feel Jack’s foot in the small of her back, could smell his shoes, and something...
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