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I had no idea how Brownies honored their dead or if there were even other Brownies around to care for him, but I couldn’t leave him on the front step. With trembling hands, I gingerly scooped up his limp body and brought him inside. I laid him on a thick pile of tissues on the kitchen table, then plucked a handful of leaves off the shrubs outside my living room window. I placed the leaves under and around him, making a shroud as respectfully as I could. When I got home from work, I would find a special place to bury him if he was still there. Taking an unsteady breath, I said a final goodbye to my friend. When I stepped back onto the sidewalk to leave, I looked up at my twostory row house. Someone had come here in the night. Someone who wanted to hurt me. I didn’t know how the Brownie had
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