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40 Now that he was home and slipping off his shoes at the back-door, it seemed that a new perspective had dawned on him. Of course, there was nothing going on in the town and the events had been wholly made up. Tracie had crashed the car and perhaps had thought that something had attacked her and the boy in her disorientation. Her mother had fallen down in the bathroom because she was eighty-years-old and probably prone to such things. The magpie… well, he had been very drunk and all that he had seen had been a blur of feathers. Somehow being back at the house, things had more clarity and made more sense. Perhaps tomorrow he would walk back over to Marilyn's to make sure that she was okay and perhaps he would give a statement to the police about the accident. But tomorrow he and his mothe
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