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Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. He knew what he knew. ‘What can I do, miss?’ ‘Nothing at all,’ cried Melusine.
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