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Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. This was good. She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. I’m taking no chances. Lucy kicked her side, then her wounded leg, dislodging her. Seldom they molested a woman who appeared to know where she was going and who kept her glance resolutely to the fore. In short, every contrivance that ingenuity could devise was resorted to by this horde of reprobates to secure themselves from danger or molestation. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict.
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