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- Radcliffe hadn't killed them. Charlie hadn't killed them either.
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- The room smelled of piss and sex. They were dead on the sofa.
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- Charlie had smelled them close to. The lamp in the corner glowed red.
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- Red like the metropolis outside the window. Piss and sex, piss and sex.
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- If ever they sat they'd smell. If only they'd sit and not.
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- Charlie looked at Radcliffe. And he grinned a dummy grin.