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"I don't think it left any mark," Billy stammered. "Anyways, I feel a whole lot better now. It was foolish for me to climb that tall tree. I didn't have to do it." "On a golden, Indian summer day like this," she finished and closed her eyes as his arms went about her. "Oh, no, he didn't neither," laughed Billy. "He can't be that foolish.".
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