207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. I know how bad it feels. “Don’t!” she said, weakly, as he had bent down and put one arm about her and seized her hands with his disengaged hand and kissed her—kissed her almost upon her lips. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict.
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