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 | | Marion remained facing him, but averted her eyes, focusing her mind elsewhere; she was contemplating the memory, true or not, of the cold, musty church bathroom, the man whose prying stare was a mixture of fascination and desire to control, and the twins, standing obediently in the pews, except to wink and smile cockily. |
 | | Marion was crying as Gaze tied her scarf loosely around her neck and held, first the screen door, then the heavy, wooden door, for her as they left the house. |
 | | Marion held the knife before her, looking in the mirror at the face that would never be conventionally beautiful, that was swollen from Mark's violence and from her crying. |
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