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hand. The rotten potatoes that dripped from her hair
told the whole story. At that moment I remembered the
sunlight from down in the cellar, thought of the
kerosene smell and the familiarity of the voices, and
realized what the air vents truly were. As she was
rushing toward me, I asked, “Butch, what happened to
the man who dropped the hand grenades down the air
vents?”
“Oh,” Butch said. “He was killt.”
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