I don’t care. Nobody can trust you. It was Annabel’s. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. “This has almost killed your father. This morning I met him at the dock, and he wouldn't take the other fifty. ” “You could never be that,” he answered, “but you are at least more serious than usual.
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