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Lacey no," Leonid countered. "Mrs. Anastasia yes. Self-sacrificehood to needs of classmates." Like Greene's, his voice remained subdued, and both faced straight ahead as they spoke.
"Might be I was wrong about that Lacey Greene admitted. "But Lacey or Stacey, it weren't no sacrificeness. It was plumb floozihood."
"Possible," Leonid granted. "But I don't think, how do you say, all-said-and-donewise."
"I do," Greene said. "Might be mistaken, though."
"Also."
Stoker heard them out with his hands on his hips, but when they fell silent he exploded with disgust. "Two hours ago it was fight to the death; now they're buggering sweethearts!" He began to recount the fracas -- ostensibly for the troopers' amusement, but still with a sarcasm that I knew was for my benefit.He hadn't felt like a party in the first
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