Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. Part 8 And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her skin. ” “They were my posters,” Annabel said. Ah, but she could remember; and many things there were that she would never forgive.
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