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"And so I want the boy out of the way," he concluded. So far the boy's mind was clear. . 6. It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. ” He shook her diminutive hand. We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams.
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