’ ‘Is it, now? Well you won’t, then, for he won’t hear nothing, missie. " She laughed; and it was pleasant laughter in his ears. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient.
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