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She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. There are certain smells, certain tinges to the air. Trees were torn up by the roots; many houses were levelled to the ground; others were unroofed; the leads on the churches were ripped off, and "shrivelled up like scrolls of parchment. 128 < 16 > LUCY GOES TO PROM She ended up sewing her own dress for Prom out of sateen and tulle leftover from Shari’s sewing days.
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