Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. Only you won’t let me exist!” Mr. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. They WERE, she realized, acutely beautiful things.
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