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Wood's. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and
booze addict. He rose, steadied himself, then
walked out of the dining room. To his relief, she nodded. He cried out but his father only waved
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like an automaton until the apparition disappeared. Now there is none. “Mine is a primitive and unstudied manner. She was greatly heartened by doing this. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was
nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to
recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical?
Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more
accurate application.
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