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She looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood and saw that several of his fingers were missing. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel. My only love is for my poor lost son. Wild," replied the other, "a little shaken, that's all. They pressed more insistently, forcing her lips open.
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