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It was Missy and Michelle in her grandmother's old Buick. A neighbor stopped by as the day wore on, causing her to duck and cower as he rang the doorbell over and over. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. . Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict.
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