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7 bling water in the pot on the stove, heard Woody Woodpeck­
Dawn's mouth opened and then closed. She heard the bub­

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grass wafting in through the front windows. Her hand flew to
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She'd thought she might several times in the past few months
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depended on how you looked at it. She tried to keep that with
her, no matter what.
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