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(She sat in the front. â€œPerhaps so that no kid would look behind and fall into oblivion.â€) Rebecca will haunt you every time you blink, but you will always craw back for more.
What if you were told that this world, as unique and isolated as it may seem, is quite actually far from being all alone in the universe? Would you scoff, or guffaw at such a notion? Perhaps you might feel the urge to introduce the postulator to one of those delightful jackets that often...