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My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. ’ The gentleness in his voice nearly overset her. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. Taking a firm grasp of his pistol, Gerald eased back, let go the handle of the door, and at the same instant, swung his booted foot. She smiled. ” 189 “Are you feeling okay?” She could feel a parade of ants dotting her skin. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow.
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