Blood From a Stone (203 page)
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Authors: Cynthia Lucas
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and not
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it
.”
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o
do
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oad.
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on.
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hey
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e out
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be.
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w
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m consequences,
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y
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w
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t
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.
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a
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ook
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he
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k
a
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.
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.
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ut
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if
? What
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f
do
w
n
t
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r
oad
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e
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ng happens
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o
t
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m
?
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ow
can
y
ou
poss
i
b
l
y
t
h
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nk
it’
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k
ay
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o
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v
e
dec
i
ded
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hat
f
or
t
he
m
? My
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od. I
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t
deal
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it
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t
h
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s
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g
ht
no
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.”
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he
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a
rt
ed
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o
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out
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t
he
boo
t
h,
but
he
g
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ab
b
ed her
a
r
m
t
o s
t
op he
r
. “Whe
r
e a
r
e
y
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g
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n
g
?”
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m
l
ea
v
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n
g
.
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’
t
s
i
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e
w
it
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or
ano
t
her second. I
tr
us
t
ed
y
ou.”
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ease don
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g
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an
’
t
w
e
t
a
l
k
about
it?
”
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he
shook her
head.
“
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he
r
e
’
s
not
r
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ll
y an
y
t
h
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ng
m
o
r
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t
o sa
y
.“
“
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t
l
east
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et
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e d
ri
v
e
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ou ho
m
e.”
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y
?”
she
shot
bac
k
.
“
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o
y
ou
can
tr
y
t
o
ca
rr
y
m
e back
t
o
bed
and
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h
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nk
t
hat
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s
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o
m
a
k
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ng
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g
h
t
?
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ha
t’
s
p
r
obab
l
y
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he
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eal
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eason
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ou sho
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ed up
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ast
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i
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ht
a
ft
er
y
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d
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d
y
our
littl
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hocus
pocus
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t
.
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ou
fi
g
u
r
ed
th
at
y
ou
’
d be
tt
er
g
et
busy
be
f
o
r
e
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f
ound
out
or
y
ou
’
d
l
ose
t
h
e
chance.”
S
he shook
her
head
i
n d
i
s
g
us
t
.
“
W
ha
t
?!
L
i
s
t
en
t
o
m
e.
I
m
eant
e
v
e
r
y
t
h
i
ng
I sa
i
d
l
ast n
i
g
h
t
.
E
v
e
r
y s
i
n
g
l
e
w
o
r
d.
I
t
had
no
t
h
i
ng
t
o
do
w
it
h
m
y hea
l
i
ng
D
a
v
i
d.”
B
ut
so
m
e
s
m
a
l
l
pa
r
t
of
h
i
m
w
onde
r
ed
i
f
he
w
as
