I hope you donโt mind my joining you,โ said Leanne. I minded. After all, sheโd tried to kill me. A girl in a novel would say it was hard to believe, but it wasnโt.
Franny BillingsleyThe handkerchief dabbed at my forehead. 'Ouch! You'll have a fine-looking bruise tomorrow.' 'Then you'll be able to distinguish me from Rose.' The handkerchief paused. 'I could tell you apart from the beginning. You're quite different to each other, you know.' Perhaps he could tell, in the obvious ways. The odd one was Rose; the other odd one was Briony.
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