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. His hands came up, his face broke apart. But, if you've a spark of love for me, don't meddle with anything in that house. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. . The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting.
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