“For what?”
Roxy lowered the flute. Her eyes were the pale, electric blue of a gas flame. “Sheep don’t scare,” she said. “They just wait.”
Then Roxy Sky arrived.
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“For what?”
Roxy lowered the flute. Her eyes were the pale, electric blue of a gas flame. “Sheep don’t scare,” she said. “They just wait.”
Then Roxy Sky arrived.