Michelle looked at Lucy's feet, still in the ugly brown loafers she had worn since last year. As they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom was almost impenetrable. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. Do you want to kill us both? Stop the thing. She refrained. ToC Mrs.
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