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Lucy jammed her foot down onto Mark McCloskey’s forehead. He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. Lucy blushed from toes to forehead, feeling her pace accelerate. \" Michelle raised her hand in a gesture of High Five.
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