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” She stared hard at her finger-nails. She makes me feel terribly old-fashioned. My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser. ‘And I wouldn’t be no sort of a man if I’d heard what I heard, and gone off and left you. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. That’s my opinion, if you ask me.
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