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He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. What about your real mother? Wasn’t she also a foster child? Michelle told me that she was suspected of murder, some people named McFerrin, McDougal. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. Days later, Sebastian found her by the lake, sobbing. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee.
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