Hilary threw up his eyes. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. When he reached the happy ending, he waited. Recovery impossible. ‘Get the swords!’ ‘I’ll see to him. That’s really our choice now, defy—or futility. The atmosphere seemed heavy with the odour of drugs.
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