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“You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads. And he unsheathed his sword. He wasn't satisfied with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser. I want her to get forward, to set her among people who'll understand what to do with her. Her thin fingers were armed with nails as long as the talons of a bird.
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