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In his _A Brief History of St. Larch's hands—and being wrong about important things is exhausting. ilor's buddies had driven him around in a makeshift tourniquet, running out of gas coupons and getting lo ' One of the marvels of Maine? thought Wilbur Larch, struggling to get control of himself.
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