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They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. “Are you going to the Vorsack’s for dinner tonight?” “Yes, I think I’ll stop by. But I don’t want to. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word.
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