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It was obviously pitched well, hitting her head at a good thirtyfive miles per hour. The poor fellow's half smothered. She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. Strange gurgle-like noises emanated from the crypt.
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