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"I don't see how you do it, Hoddy. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. “Oh goody. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. I have it on my conscience that I offended you—” “Offended me when?” “I’ve been haunted by the memory of you. It plucked shingles from the school building, threatening to shake them all loose one by one like rotting teeth. That’s how it takes me.
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