” He awoke. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. The scrutiny of any strange man provoked a sweaty terror. But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all the difference. As he looked up at the massive tower, the clock tolled forth the hour of midnight. What she actually wanted was the present state of affairs to continue indefinitely. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television.
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