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// 1361 
// Story: A Life Lived in Hundreds 
// by Botched Lobotomy 
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Well they said that soon they were to be a-moving, and she understood enough to nod along, but not till all started being packed away did she figure really what they meant. That it was leaving, she’d heard the word and seen the faces, Pearly's scowl at the sound of it, and now Smith saw it actual was she didn't think she liked it neither. Well enough the cart when carrying to market-day, but here it smelled old and ugly like a woodwork skeleton, and she didn’t want to follow birds that bad no matter how her father said it.