Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. She covered herself with her arms. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray.
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