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Portsville had always been normal and boring. Nevertheless, it was the make shift place for tourists. Harlow Cross had always loved Portsville, even despite its sometimes boring atmosphere. And quite frankly, she liked the dull lifestyle. She chose to loose herself in books, rather than make...