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‘Who, the émigrés?’ ‘Do I speak of the English, imbecile? Certainly the émigrés. The honey on his tongue turned to ashes. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. Wood, "and take your son with you.
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