“I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said. " The girl's blood ran warmly for a minute. “There was a keg, hash, LSD, pot, you know, the usual. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. The decision had been sound. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace.
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