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Impossible to ignore.
Dogs erupted down the block.
Curtains shifted.
Garage doors lifted in staggered little groans.
Mrs. Palmer leaned over her fence with gardening gloves on, one hand still muddy.
The old man across the street stepped onto his porch holding a coffee mug.
Two teenagers stopped their bikes near the curb.
A delivery driver froze beside his continue reading …
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