She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. If you had arrived ten minutes later, or if there hadn't been an iron bar in the chimney, that hindered my progress, I should have been beyond your reach. Consternation gripped him. He came to her and stood before her, waiting, the morning light dazzling his eyes. When he returned from pissing, he sat down with her. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. . You shall know the truth.
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