She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. We needn’t try and give ourselves airs. “Well?” she said. “You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations. No— no, it must never be. "Mr.
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