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The fake roar of Liamâs dinosaur. And, clearly, as if crossing the wall of time, Mr. Arthurâs voice: ââMystery neighborâŚâ I stopped in the hallway. There was no one there. Just the new lightbulb, the rosemary pot by the entrance, and the smell of soup lingering on the walls. I smiled. ââWhat is it, Mr. Arthur?â The silence answered with that strange continue reading âŚ
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