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My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. Her faculties seemed for a moment numbed. But when Ruth's hand fell gently upon his bony head, he knew that no one in this house would ever offer him a kick. I'm going through his pockets. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. Farewell.
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