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    From t moment to tant our plane touc   lost girl, and   so mucerious appearance and disappearance, but y.

    tled in at o see the changelings everywhere.

    In tourday morning for a  ered by a toing urn, quietly sucking a lollipop as ared, unblinking, at my son. o eacy to finisences. Driving , I saery and ,  be plotting at suce  parties or t ried to o to find someone else  everyone scoffed ory. All c my oures. Be eyes exists a hidden universe.

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    quot;; I said in a lo;Do you kno is?quot;

    quot;Is it 1977 yet?quot;

    quot;ys over, fella.  made you put on t;

    quot;I ;

    I pulled o my lap. quot;Do you  to tell me about it?quot;  ans burro note resounded as to silence, so I reac off tereo.

    quot;Daddy, do you kno reminds me.quot;

    quot;Reminds you of rip out to California?quot;

    urned to face me until o-eye. quot;No. Of Speck,quot; ;t;

    it moan, I dre.