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” “Do you?” “We were great friends at school. Death belongs to God, young man. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. I snatched it up, pointed it blindly at him, and fired. I’m sorry.
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