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A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. Most of all she enjoyed the gentle gratitude of her foster family members, even the teasing 7 of Mike, her foster brother, who liked to play food critic to give her a hard time. Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly. This is part of a dream— some evil fancy.
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