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She said,
So I told her ‘bout all of the things I had seen, ‘bout the way I got lost, ‘bout the places I’d been. I told her the truth, though it sounded like lies, ‘bout the man in the field, ‘bout the shadows, the eyes. And I told her the story my friend's dad told me while she stood there and listened quite curiously. But the more I went on, the further fetched it all sounded; a
