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My foster mother, Sheila, insists that I go to St. She would marry him. ” “I’m a married man. In that sense, my strategy worked. . . She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. Our mutual safety requires it. It is Anna again who stands between me and ruin. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story.
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