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ask what I meant, but she took a large bite of the waffle and let her feet swing again, hitting the wooden base of the island with a dull, rhythmic thud.
The front door bell did not ring, and the long driveway beyond the gate remained empty.
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The afternoon heat at the Savannah Swim Club smelled of chlorine, sunscreen, and cut grass.
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