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CHAPTER 32
    Speck loved to be by moving er. My strongest memory is of ed by ts, empatic to tripped to tting ucked beneater rolled around  and tances, I ruck by tours of  move. On anoto, ced by terfloc reflecting on t I did not act upon t intuition because of a fundamental lack of courage. t ed me from crossing at to camp. I sers.

    to t of my first return. ted. t ts edge, and rusty cans, bottles, and ottered ted in t. Books lay  t in our old candleevens , I spent t restoring order, pulling do t  .

    Vibrations above announced tarted ts creaking under t and tterns of tines. I could picture ttling at tations. An  normal, I began to  covered my papers, and I spent most of t first day reading ts and pieces in order, tying tries in McInness journal. So muc be, forgotten, and buried after ime. Reduced to a s pile, ted times passage tle existed, for instance, from tic notes. Years  mention. After revieood the long chore ahead.

    for trapdoor underneation. Unlike on oto pick out a ne, rato steal neing supplies. Bereasure: five long yello t of my life. to introduce a minor intrigue, I also resevens t had been missing.

    ords spilled from te until my  t Speck left, became tory moved backo t ensions of being a groopped.  if sed me to go o stay, said t I lacked to run a a contrary idea pulled at my conscience. Perended for me to find out. S I loved  doalk o anshe unknowables.

    tes tossed and turned on t and started ing on a clean pad, determined to rid my mind of its da
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