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It was his mother, and as he gazed on her pallid features and motionless frame, Jack's heart severely smote him. She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed. What’s your name?” He asked in return. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray.
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