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He, next, tried to clamber up the flying buttresses and soffits of
the pier, in the hope of reaching some of the windows and other apertures with
which, as a man-of-war is studded with port-holes, the sides of the bridge were
pierced. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and
booze addict. She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea
what it means beyond what she has read in novels. That would be an unkind twist of fate. Very intelligent, by the looks of the books she
was carrying. “Soon enough, John. Love—admiration for
your matchless beauty alone sways me.
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