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His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. I could always 108 tell right away whether my new foster home was going to be good or bad. She was perhaps as near tears as ever before in her life. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. Somewhat alarmed at his appearance, Thames laid his hand upon his sword.
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