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The excursion to the market was uneventful. Edward was impressively restrained through the entire trip. He remembered to wear his shoes and didn’t try to make anyone cry. He even held my hand as we walked through the aisles and he stood quietly in queue while I paid for the groceries.
Edward’s mind was racing the entire way home. It was impossible to follow the non-linear train of thought as it sped through his skull. I gave up trying to read him after about twenty futile minutes. It made me nervous to even be next to him when he was like this. I knew he must be plotting Moorely’s fate and hoped he’d clue me in before the next evening. By the final stretch of the drive, I was feeling like hell again and wanted more than anything to be home and out of the glaring sun.
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I tore through
