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"Of course," responded the widow, heaving a deep sigh. She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. Death belongs to God, young man. She felt the thrill race through her body. He grew even harder. He had never liked to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs would be made apparent by human touch. Kevin Chen, Martin’s father, was equally stately, his dark brown eyes bright with the fire of extreme intelligence. She brought the cups of cocoa back to the bedroom. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois.
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