Lisey stirred her coffee, grimaced, then sipped again. "Sure you want to pack up a suitcase for her?""Well, someone has to do it, and you look like death on a cracker.""Thanks a pantload.""Of your sister won't tell you the truth, no one will."
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Lisey stirred her coffee, grimaced, then sipped again. "Sure you want to pack up a suitcase for her?""Well, someone has to do it, and you look like death on a cracker.""Thanks a pantload.""Of your sister won't tell you the truth, no one will."