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“Don’t!” cried Ann Veronica, struggling faintly, and he released her. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha.
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