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Michael shifted impatiently as his mom steadied the gyrocycle above the parking space. A rather blank, empty smile came over her face, and Michael understood. The Proctors were everywhere and where they weren’t, there was always a Neighbor who would be h
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This soil is bereft, with only mocking water
below, so catacombed in chalk.
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Everything is bound to change like / a damsel to the tracks.
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