Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. Do have some tea, won’t you? If you must, go then. As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the profound abyss. Taking his new purchase under his arm, Jack proceeded to a small tavern in the same street, where, having ordered dinner, he went to a bed-room to attire himself.
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