’ Melusine wrenched her wrists out of his hold and stepped back, digging into her skirts, which she had adequately prepared some days ago. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. “I think, perhaps if you will excuse me, that we will defer the luncheon. We shall see.
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