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His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. I might have told you the truth.
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