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"Out on the lawn, Bunny had just knocked Henry's ball about seventy feet outside the court. There was a ragged burst of laughter; faint, but clear, it floated back across the evening air. That laughter haunts me still."
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"'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone."
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