“Do all foster kids have the instinct?” Michelle asked naively. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. I don’t quite know why. It seemed at first the most beautiful afternoon of all time to her, and perhaps the thrill of her excitement did add a distinctive and culminating keenness to the day. Vorsack sat alone at his computer in his pajamas.
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