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Such an obvious ruse, but the boys and girls would defend their pride to the bitter end, the facade of study groups during rutting season. "My father!" she whispered. ” Lucy gestured to the Treehouse, which had been roofed and framed. “I suppose there’s no way of getting a decent income—independently. The proa bore away to the northwest out of which it had come.
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