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“Julian, I don’t know how to put this. Stanley, with an imperious gesture, “to come in here. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. Larry fell off the truck the Wednesday night before she planned on leaving. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. She could feel teenage girls from all corners of the room tensing, preparing to shriek. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. “You know very well that she is selfish and pleasure-loving to the backbone. He rested on one elbow.
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