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A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. Her foster parents had attended the concert in their finest clothes, Cathy in a new JC Penney dress, Larry in a suit that was too small. " "No. But anything is better than this. It had been cut down before life was extinct, but a ball from one of the soldiers had pierced his heart. It was a grand life. Her body rose up to meet his in a cat-like stretch and she smiled. " "Are they good?" "He can write; but he hasn't found anything real to write about.
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