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==<span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:x-large">'''THEN'''</span>== | ==<span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:x-large">'''THEN'''</span>== | ||
<span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">Lizzie Donner had | <span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">Lizzie Donner had no idea what she was doing there She remembered a great club they'd been dancing at, then there'd been tabs and snorts and they were flying down the motorway to... where was it? Malton. Some town called Malton. All she remembered was being in the back of the car and everyone was laughing. She felt like she'd been flying...</span> | ||
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<span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large"> | <span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">When morning came she woke groaning alone on the bare wooden floor of some ruined house. Her clothes (what was left of them) were torn, disgusting with... what? Sick? Had she been sick on herself? Had someone else sicked up on her? And where was she? Had they stopped at a crackhouse to get more drugs? She couldn't remember... Her head hurt so much. Suddenly nauseated, she retched over the filthy boards, but nothing came up. She figured the sick down her was her own, so that was a bit of a relief... Staggering around, dizzy</span> | ||
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