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I’m not to study, I’m not to grow. He met her eyes with his fiery black gaze. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. The girl was pretty, and apparently a lady. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud.
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