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Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. "At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. It has been purchased by blood!" "What! have you cut old Wood's throat?" asked Wild, with great unconcern, as he took up the bag. Around her neck was a little gold chain.
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