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'Well, that's a load if I ever heard one.' |
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'It might be true,' Trev said. 'We're going over to his place right now to check on it.' |
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'You're telling me this is a hoodoo?' |
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'Well, don't that just beat all? What're you aiming to do about it?' |
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'Aren't you scared he'll hex you?' |
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'I guess he might try.' Trev realized he hadn't given any thought to that possibility. But the idea of it didn't frighten him, and he wondered why. |
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Maybe because you don't really believe the old guy has any special powers. |
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If he doesn't, why are you bothering to check him out? |
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Just on the off-chance he does? |
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I'll find out soon enough, he thought. Can't be more than a mile from the Chidi house. |
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A few more minutes, and he would be there. With his carload of women. |
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Beyond the yard of the corner house, the headlights of three motorcycles pushed pale beams through the night. Trev flinched and Sandy yelled, 'Look out!' |
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The riders were black. Crazies. For an instant, Trev considered taking them down. But he thought better of it. Those were big bikes. A collision might put Sandy through the windshield. He swerved to the right, hoping to cut behind them. |
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He shouted, 'Hang on!' His front tire bounced over the curb. Then the rear tire hit and the car titled and he |
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