She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. There was none. After all, it was really rather funny. “How can you change people’s ideas if you have no power?” said Kitty Brett. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror.
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