"Right," said the Master, "I didn't think of her. Three a week is my allowance, and, if I get short ones, four. We will find some way out of it. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. “Delicious!” she murmured.
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