The Silent Liberator

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nicured lawn, a single dark s

cole, a carefully chosen part of the gilded c

he white tent where Caleb stood,

wn' s beloved veterin

hid under flimsy beds in the foster h

slipped through the

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nife and lunged, stabb

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witch, a puppet m

TV, calling for my arrest, and felt

under

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