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She saw his face change, how he regretted. “—but this cannot be. She did not have the power of men. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. She pulled at his tee shirt again, wishing to feel his naked chest upon hers. The slight smile that played upon Winifred's lips seemed to say that she was not quite so sure. Many knew Diane’s disdain for the Beck family as well, “who would take in any stray that arrived mewling at their doorstep.
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