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"Billy," she half-whispered, then hiding her flushed face in her hands she turned and ran from him. "Oh, I'm so glad you came, Billy," she said. "You can help me decorate uncle's grave." The last word was drowned in a resounding "smack." Billy had delivered one of his lightning, straight-arm punches fair on the sneering lips of the new boy. Scroggie staggered back, recovered his balance, and threw himself on the defensive in time to block Billy's well-aimed right to the neck..
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