Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. He rolled onto his belly, freeing himself from her hands, pushing her away. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. I have heard of you from my husband. M.
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