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She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. There was a shrill cry, instantly succeeded by a deep splash. Such an obvious ruse, but the boys and girls would defend their pride to the bitter end, the facade of study groups during rutting season. ” John’s father added, “I came home to find Carolyn in a panic and fire trucks outside my son’s bedroom. Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. ” John’s father, Thomas, strode into the front hall at that moment in his golf clothes.
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