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far side of the lot, past the weeds and rusted tools, right to the edge of the old shed. It hadn’t been used for years. The door hung crooked on one hinge.
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far side of the lot, past the weeds and rusted tools, right to the edge of the old shed. It hadn’t been used for years. The door hung crooked on one hinge.
The door hung crooked
on one hinge.
After about ten minutes, Baxter finally stopped in the doorway, motionless. Then he looked back at me with the same eyes that had stared at me through the storm continue reading …
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