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She looked down, and the crickets fell quiet, making a low, almost inaudible chatter, as if they obeyed or observed something I knew nothing about. It was like a song you could hear only if you weren’t trying to listen, or a far-off star that you could see only when you weren’t focusing, and then only out of the corner of your eye.
When Crickets Cry
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