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“Please forgive me. It isn't for their sakes, it's for your own. I’m sorry. “What about blood banks? Have you ever tried them?” “I don’t just take blood, John. I’ve had the rarest luck and fallen on my feet. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. ” “Who will?” “The police! The families of the people I’ve killed! I’m guilty!” “How old do I have to be?” “I beg your pardon?” “To be of use to you. I’m too young 117 for this to sound right. But between us, we'll have him writing books some day.
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