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Mrs. Collins
That massive hurdle came in the form of an elderly woman named Mrs. Collins. She was the head of St. Mary’s Orphanage and managed the place where Chrissy, their destined eight-year-old adoptive daughter, now lived. The elderly woman was about two tables removed from the couple, glancing at them intimidatingly. Her lips were pursed into a thin line, and every now and then, she whispered something to herself.
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