Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth. ” He shook his head, and his eyes and the mouth under the black mustache wrinkled with his smile. Something is feeding upon them. “You have put all your life in my hands,” he declared. Gerald, intent on his trail, ignored it.
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