As the night advanced, Mr. His breath grew shallower as he approached the room, conscious of the loudness of his hallway-reverberated footfalls. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains.
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