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I say, I'll take the yarn over and read it to McClintock. 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 had no idea what she should do.
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