” “I will tell her,” Anna promised. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. His eyes were fixed upon her face, but he opened his lips twice before he spoke. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. But I do hope, Vee, I do hope—this is the end of these adventures. Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea.
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