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... pirits that lived among the crops and scrub trees in the area were still out and about, roaming through the fields.
Bobby's house was in the distance. It had been a while since I had been there, but it, like many things in Carousel, was unchanging.
I let Antoine do the talking.
He approached the front door and knocked. It looked like he was going to give it three good knocks, but it was opened by the second. Janet must have been standing there waiting. The script, after a ...
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