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“The raccoon guy?” she asked on the end of her laugh. “Yeah. Wayne.” Ada raised one of her dark eyebrows. “What exactly does the raccoon guy do?” “He takes care of the raccoons,” I said, a little confused. “He comes to get ’em and then safely relocates them.” What else would a raccoon guy do? One corner of her mouth twitched. “Of course there’s a raccoon guy,” she said.

