It was a beautiful place that she had found, a round cave by a small stream. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. " And he raised it in his arms. "What's that?" demanded McClintock. It was obviously pitched well, hitting her head at a good thirtyfive miles per hour.
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