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A Bed of Fear

Burtininkas smiled curtly. “Ms. Thomas, that was some stunt you pulled.”
Wednesday flashed a twin smile.
“Thank you, I’ve always been a marvelous acrobat, Mr. Richards” She replied, rolling her R’s. “Actually, darling, I was terribly interested to find out why you have those opera tickets.”
Burt laughed uproariously. “Hmm, you are, aren’t you?”
Leaving it at that, he walked back into the building.
Wednesday bit her lip until it drew blood. “I will find out, even if it kills me.” And it very well might.
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“The fabulous Dr. De Mort!” Wednesday proclaimed with mock enthusiasm.
Burt bowed in all directions. “Ms. Thomas, I don’t imagine you’ve ever gone to sleep on a bed of coals?”
“Oh, well, doctor, I find goose feathers far more comfortable, thank you.”
The audience laughed appreciatively.
“These will be quite comfortable, I assure you,” He raised a cocky eyebrow.
She managed to keep smiling as she crossed the stage. Burtininkas handed her fear, and for once she’d nothing to offer in return.

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