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“Reuben, come here. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. But come in, dear. But, urged by his wife's cries, who was more anxious for the preservation of her child's life than her own, he snatched up the infant, and made his escape from the back of the premises. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers.
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