He drew her away from this thought. She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. And I have seen work by his pupils myself that struck me as being—well, next door to shameful. And there was another matter. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. “Why should one pretend?” she whispered.
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