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Michelle looked her up and down, liking the results of her efforts. It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom. Groans and hoots were now raised by the crowd, and there was an evident disposition to rescue. By now the horses would be rested and he might go as swiftly back again. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast.
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