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Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. I am going up to dine with my sister. With the broken links of the chain, which served him in lieu of more efficient implements, he commenced operations just above the chimney-piece, and soon contrived to pick a hole in the plaster. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and drinking my liquor into the bargain. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. Her arms and feet were uncovered, and of almost skeleton thinness. A brisk talk sprang up between Capes and Mr. You know not what a wretched guilty thing I am. In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully.
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