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Tears flowed in rivulets down 121 her cheeks and she began to cry. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. “I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my boyfriend!” He stared at her concernedly. " She paused. I don’t want to tear at you with hot, rough hands.
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