"About a week after the attack, a member of our board of directors came staggering into the lobby late in the night shift, stinking like a opened grave. He went walking toward the Rose shouting I cry your pardon, and ... before he could get near it, he."
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A breath.
"About a week after the attack, a member of our board of directors came staggering into the lobby late in the night shift, stinking like a opened grave. He went walking toward the Rose shouting I cry your pardon, and ... before he could get near it, he."
She swallows.
"Burst into flames."