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" Mrs. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. From the first I could see that neither believed my story. "Here," repeated her brother. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. "And now to dispose of our dead. ” He replied cheerfully.
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