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When Simon woke up, he saw a man staring down at him. He had dark hair and brown eyes.
“Are wewe God?” Simon mumbled, thinking he was dead and in heaven.
The man chuckled. “I’m not God” he spoke with a British accent. “You’re going to have to stand up”
Simon shook his head. “I can’t” he panted, as the pain came rushing back, along with his memories. “My leg…”
“Why, yes, that is exactly why wewe should stand. I don’t feel like carrying you”
Simon closed his eyes, and frowned in pain. “Who are you?” he asked, groaning.
“Stand up, then I might tell you”
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If Agnes thought finding Deb would be an easy matter, she was proven wrong. Child care wouldn’t give away the information she needed.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but that kind of information is strictly confidential” was the ever-given answer.
“I don’t think wewe quite understand, sir” Agnes would say, in return. “My cousin, here, is very sick. He wants to see his sister. Are wewe going to deny him his dying wish?”
Eventually, someone took pity on her. The boy really seemed to get worse, each siku they came here.
“Debra’s foster parents have explicitly asked for anonymity. But if you...