” Hill looked up at him, an unkempt, rough-looking object, with broken collar, tumbled hair, and the blood slowly dripping from his face. She could hear the raucous laughter and bad music below. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. "Hear me," he cried, restraining himself with difficulty.
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