Sefton looked around nervously. Damn right I'm scared. I'll cut to the chase. Fredericks took a deepbreath.
As they made their way down the main street between the boxes, the wind sighed through theopen door, rustling a discarded napkin. Now someone _is_ stirring. As all the intervening decades had rolled past, he had lived under the gaze of thoseamused, soul-empty, terrifying eyes. Her mother was standing in the doorwaywith a funny look on her face, her eyebrows squinchy.
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