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Reginald Son Tidwell strolled over to Sara, feet ambling, hands a brown blur onthe strings and frets of his guitar, and she turned to face him. I was hoping I'd already had my quota of nasty surprises for themorning, but I was wrong. I didn't likeMattie's quiet; it seemed like the prelude to an explosion. Tiny said he'd heard the old man and Mr.
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