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Unformatted text preview: tching him with that level and somewhat ironic gaze-her old self, before the news of the death of GifTord. "She left with the man," Mona said very quietly and distinctly. "The man came through." It was her teenaged flat voice, bored with the stupidity of others and making no concession to the marvelous. She went on: "She left with him. This long-haired guy, this is the man. This thin mutant guy, that's who he is. The ghost, the Devil, Lasher. Michael had a fight with him out by the pool, and he knocked Michael into the water. There's a smell out there that comes from him. And the smell is in the living room where he was born." "You're imagining things," said Ryan, so wrathfully that it was almost a whisper. "I told you to stay out of this." "When he and Rowan left," said Mona, "she turned the alarm on so help would come for Michael. Or he did it himself, the man. Any moron can see now from all this-that that is what happened." &qu...
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