The House That Never Sleeps

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is gut, he kn

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was still

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om miles away, and tried to convince

e heard th

leep. Faint at firs

... he

Donald'

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ng wasn

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mpty lot across the street, where

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re had to be a

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d said, his voice hollow.

s head. "I cam

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walls bega

m the ceilings, stre

kening, ready to

ad one

nal from his jacket-the one filled

final page, wher

be freed if another

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had sav

had to do

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Donald. "I'm taki

express

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efused to b

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use sc

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ting up, his h

use wa

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se never

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