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Marc Daly

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And I knew who she was right away, even though I hadn’t seen her in so long. I was seventeen, Jason. That woman was my mother. She asked how I was. And that was all. No tearful mother-and-son reunion—not a chance, with that woman. She was hardcore, Madame.”
A Drop of Midnight: A Memoir
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