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’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser. He grew more ardent, sliding her breasts out of the strapless bodice of her gown. ’ He reached into an inner pocket of his coat and brought out a packet of papers. Once I banged on the door so hard I split it in two. He has often told me that if he could play sober, he would go to America and reap a fortune. Others pulled hats over their noses, cowered in their seats, and feigned that all was right with the world. “But if you knew anything of that—” “I did. Mr.
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