Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and
booze addict. If Emile can see him, then so
also can I. ”
“That is exactly what I feel. Her
sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in
front of the television. “I mean
to go to that dance!” she blubbered. She had a gold watch, a
very good gold watch that had been her mother’s, a pearl necklace that was also
pretty good, some unpretending rings, some silver bangles and a few other such
inferior trinkets, three pounds thirteen shillings unspent of her dress and book
allowance and a few good salable books. She heard him crash against it, and turned the key in the lock. For if the likeness between the
sisters was remarkable, the likeness between this girl and the poster which he
had come from studying was more remarkable still. “I must live, you know.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTcuNzguMTEgLSAyMi0wNy0yMDI0IDAwOjMwOjA1IC0gMTc5MjI0OTIwMw==
This video was uploaded to indienet.info on 19-07-2024 23:20:39