One cannot trust any man at all. She spoke slowly. She took a deep breath. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. He yelled at the girls for neglected to hand Lucy a pair of shorts or a sweater while they stood around in shock. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. I hope this is all.
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