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’ A faint smile crossed Gerald’s lips. My foster mother, Sheila, insists that I go to St. We aren't between him and heaven; he is between us and heaven. ” Annabel laughed hardly. ” “What do you want?” he asked, bluntly. "I am Owen Wood, at your service.
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