She thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster family about how excited she was. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. She threw the bags of marijuana and a tiny bag of white powder he had in the sewer, unfortunately they were his only worldly possessions. ‘But there is something still I do not understand. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent.
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