There was a warm wind blowing. Indian summer in the middle of November. The full moon was bright enough to be a spotlight. I was tired and my contacts were dry and beginning to stick to the top of my eyelids. I considered not going, but I ended up at the Bottom of the Hill just the same. Leann and Erica ran up to greet me; I was wondering if they
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