"All right," replied Sheppard, with affected indifference. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. Anna said nothing. He laughed reassuringly. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. Sheppard now directed her steps. Prison was beastly. But I don't understand her; she's over my head.
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