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"Now young man," he said grimly, grasping one of Billy's hands and pulling it forward and out, "I'm going to drive that happy smile from your face." Maurice shook his head. "It's maybe a cow!" he guessed hopefully. "That's the boys," Billy told himself. "I've gotta move fast.".
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