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Wood. Most unsatisfactory. She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. ‘What are the chances, do you think, of that thing being already cocked?’ ‘Probably not even loaded,’ suggested Hilary hopefully. The door to the apocalypse had opened! "Loves me?. \" Lucy replied sardonically. And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek. "There won't be much left for you," he said. “What do you mean?” Lucy asked. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. You guys don’t fool around, that was one big Thanksgiving dinner. “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?. But on this matter my mind is quite made up.
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