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He was shifting to reach his own weapon, which had fallen in between the pews at the back. For the young, immortality must seem promising, even wonderful! The grass is always greener on the other side. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. Gerald raised a questioning eyebrow. We may be stopped.
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