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He disappeared after getting my foster sister Traci pregnant. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. “We are to begin our married life to-night—here where I first met you. . ‘That will be very helpful to me.
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