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During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. He took a handful of the gravelly mud, with which the platform was covered, and threw the small pebbles, one by one, towards the gleam. Hell, my mom hates everyone, don’t take this personally, but she doesn’t like you very much and she isn’t shy about letting me know. Something drew you. ‘She ought to be.
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