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They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred. Wood laughed louder than ever. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. Am I mistaken? Is your heart mine?" "It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck.
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