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. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still. Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left piled in the corner. There was just time for the girl to raise her arm to chest height and draw it back before Roding seized her. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. "It's an ill wind that blows nobody good," thought the carpenter, turning his attention to the child, whose feeble struggles and cries proclaimed that, as yet, life had not been extinguished by the hardships it had undergone. There all the loose characters thronged, assignations were openly made, and the spectators diverted themselves with the vagaries of its miserable inhabitants.
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