The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. He removed his cigarette from his lips and waved it gently in the air. “That’s what we narcs have to do. “I murder people, John. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. ‘What, is Nicholas dead?’ He saw the two of them exchange glances and an instinct of danger rose up. He had a blue overstuffed couch, his own television, even a computer with its own desk.
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