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the sink. She sat down in the water, knees up. |
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John stepped aside to make room for the women. They went to work with dish rags, starting at her head. In seconds, her hair was blonde again. Water streamed down, sluicing through the black, leaving strips of pale skin. They scrubbed her face, her neck, her shoulders. John watched rivulets run down her breasts, drops fall from her nipples. Then Lynn blocked his view and he looked away. |
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Do the kid next, he thought. Probably a better fighter than the old man. |
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'That should just about do it,' Lynn said. |
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'Missed some on her shin,' Roscoe told her. |
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The woman in the tub began to weep. |
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The boom of a gunshot made John jump. Lynn's head snapped around. Her eyes were suddenly frantic. |
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Faint shouts of alarm came from somewhere beyond the kitchen. Screams. Another explosion. |
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John raced for the kitchen doors. |
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'Stay here!' He slammed through a door and burst into the dining room. Men and women rushed by, some hunched low, others glancing back in panic. A few ducked under tables. Dr Goodman hurled a chair through a window. As the glass shattered, he dived out into the rain. |
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'My God!' It was Steve. Behind him. |
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'What's happening?' Carol's voice. She must've come out with Steve. |
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