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He moved across the lawn, gritting his teeth at the residue of dust in the air. He could smell it as he walked, a dry tickling sensation in his nasal passages. “Morning,” he said, getting in the car and pulling the door shut behind him. “Good morning,” said Ben Cortman.
Wow they were friends!
Thinking about it, he almost forgot that nightfall was approaching. With a start he looked up and saw Ben Cortman running at him from across the street. “Neville!” He jumped up from the porch and ran into the house, locking and bolting the door behind him with shaking hands.
Omg! Lol! I hate Ben Cortman. This dude never quits. This was beyond great. Lmao!
