‘YA GLORY SHALT BE MINE…’, CRONE SMILED MOCKINGLY, AS SHE MINCED OFF, WITH THE EFFACED FIFTY PAISE, PAST THE JAM TOWARDS THE CROSSING.
FRENZIED, I GOT DOWN FROM MY MERC TO HEAR A SHARP SCREECH AT THE CROSSING.
SHE WAS MOWED DOWN DEAD BY A FASTENING TRUCK.
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