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Ash contemplated the sofa. Not even a speck of dust was to be found on its velvety red surface. "Sometimes I surprise even myself," she thought cheerfully. The house was pleasing, with its matching reds, blacks and whites, and sharp, angular architecture. Any minute, her husband and his colleague would walk through the door, and said colleague would sit down, survey the room, and praise her sophisticated taste in interior designing. Ash dearly looked forward to that moment.
The door opened and Dennis walked in, followed by a thin man with shockingly black air and grey eyes. She sprang up to greet them. Dennis grinned at her, his blue eyes sparkling behind round glasses, his flyaway brown hair sticking out in every conceivable angle. He turned to the man behind him. "Irwin, meet Ash, my wife. Ash, my colleague Irwin."
"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Weaver," he said with a cold smile. Something about those eyes, that smile.
The name Edith Fellowe flashed in Ash's mind.
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Revenge for the Mind Reader
مغامرةIt's not fun having your mind read. Edith Fellowe is fully aware of this fact. He had laughed, laughed as everything she thought of played clearly on that horrible little device. In that horrible flat mechanic voice. He had laughed. Oh, the pain she...
