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’ He called through the library door. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. It presented itself in the likeness of a great, gray, dull world—a brutal, superstitious, confused, and wrong-headed world, that hurt people and limited people unaccountably. He was human. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success.
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