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We already had a place to mislay blame. She was perfectly aware that the boy had gotten some sort of bug in his craw over her despite her sloppy, strange appearance. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured. It was you! It was exactly you, but it was probably the photo they thought it was your mother! I dug it up after combing the Reader’s Guide To Periodical Literature for like, six hours straight. By the will of Mr. ‘Point it at me. Makes you real. The major will not call. It has come,—and sooner than you expected. “The young lady, I presume, told you that her name was Anna,” he remarked.
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