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| Maggie followed the bumbling toddler to the other side of the yard, where a congregation of the youngest family members were intently playing, or as Maggie could tell, making a supreme mess of themselves. One grubby blonde-haired boy with grass-stained elbows reached up and handed her a small red fire truck, and then went quickly back to the game, which appeared to Maggie to be some combination of race cars and house. |
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Maggie looked closely at the fire truck and saw that the white ladder had snapped off at the top and the fireman's trusty sidekick, his Dalmation, was missing most of his spots.  Maggie squatted awkwardly down on the ground, looking to the children for a signal about what to do next. More... |
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