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I want my freedom. Good-bye aunt. My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser. He was an odd one, especially for a young man. She ought to have leapt back on guard. ” He drew a little nearer to her. He would get very cross one evening and no one would dare to remind him of it. "Do you realize that you are several kinds of a damned scoundrel?" he began. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. "What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother.
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