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Chapter 3
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Gentlesweetairblewroundthebaredheadsinawhisper.Whisper.Theboybythegraveheadheldhiswreathwithbothhandsstaringquietlyintheblackopenspace.MrBloommovedbehindtheportlykindlycaretaker.Wellcutfrockcoat.Weighingthemupperhapstoseewhichwillgonext.Well,itisalongrest.