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She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. She entered the last room, his bedroom. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. Mother had forced Lucy to memorize the ingredients of the stews, fairly beating them into her, spanking her backside when she rebelled. I waited for her at the back. " Taking the keys, he led the way, followed by Jonathan, who chuckled internally at the shock that awaited the poor fellow. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. ‘Valade, if you don’t mind.
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