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When the lad is fit to be moved, we’ll bring him home. ” Mrs. It isn’t. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. . She struggled not to be afraid.
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