Lucy finished Michelle off, leaving only a dry, unrecognizable husk. She kicked him in the shin, trying to knock him off his feet. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. Even he was not oblivious to it, and after about two minutes of awkward French kissing, he pulled away.
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