” She took the blue box from her hoodie and held it towards him. Everything was blurred. He suddenly became eloquent and plausible. He disappeared after getting my foster sister Traci pregnant. “The Widgetts,” she said. She laughed softly, and leaned across the table. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy.
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