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Kristi carefully slipped out of bed the next morning, so as not to disturb Darrin. She ran a comb through her hair, threw on some shoes and her school robe, and quietly left the room. She was anxious to hear any word on how the appeal had gone or was going and it was almost time for the post to arrive. Kristi walked outside and sat down beneath a tree to wait for it, curling her hair around her finger in her anxiety.
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