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Let's get one idea into our heads. He occupied one of the smaller houses near the station. “Morning, Mom. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. He was the social order; he was law and wisdom. 1.
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