‘Jacques, do not go!’ Jack gazed steadfastly at the floor. Had she said the words aloud? He pulled her close and she nuzzled her head on his chest. By this time Capes’ hair had bleached nearly white, and his skin had become a skin of red copper shot with gold. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. “Hey John, how’s it going?” “Hey Michelle.
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