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This was one last effort to delay the battle ahead. He could do it easily, but she could not forget. “A year, fifteen months at most,” he said. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll have the hound for company.” He put his dirty ball cap on while she looked for her shoes. “I think I’d like a grandfather’s clock,” he said. “I know,” she said. “You’ve always been obsessed with time.”
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