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She stood beneath a canopy at the "Frog Eye Mud Bog" last Sunday, not seeming to pay attention to either the people she was with or the flying mud and trucks down in the pit. I tried to see who she was looking at, if anyone, but never spotted anyone. Lost in thought, her expression changed from serious to this, teasing sort of half smile. I wondered what sort of possibly wicked thoughts were running through her mind.
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