Kathleen de Azevedo
Rosea spoke, her voice steady. "I was in jail a long time, you know. I'm paying for my sins. Now I live in a dingy apartment. I get to watch my neighbors' kids play and have a normal life that I'll never have. I smell their barbecues. I'm already in hell, believe me." Joe turned to go back to the car. "You don't know what hell is. ...
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