She rang again with the same result. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. Michelle blinked rapidly and Lucy could hear her heart speeding up. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict.
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