The Slashed Wrists continued...
Paul
worked day and night, trying to figure out who Elfrider worked for. He slumped
in his brother's chair in exhaustion and was awakened by a mocking laugh.
Elfrider stood by the door, lollipop in mouth with a mocking grin across her
face. Paul stared at her with hatred, knowing she wouldn't laugh for too long.
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