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As time went on, she began to think Martha had been mistaken. She ducked behind a pile of unused drywall. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. Can I please go home now?” “Honey, I promise you can go soon, but you have to fill out some paperwork before you go.
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