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She answered slowly. It was a look that accorded very well with the hayloft setting that had come to mind. “And how did you find us here?” “I called at Montague Street a few minutes after you had left. I won't give him a chance. Courtlaw sat with folded arms. She bent down. “Soul to soul. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict.
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