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"
All
that
,
every
single
bit
of
it
,
Tom
.
"
In
the
light
of
the
electric
bulb
they
bent
,
the
two
boys
’
heads
down
,
the
witch
’
s
head
down
,
staring
and
staring
at
the
beautiful
blank
but
promising
white
card
,
their
bright
eyes
sensing
each
and
every
incredibly
hidden
word
that
would
soon
rise
up
from
pale
oblivion
.
"
Hey
,
"
said
Tom
in
the
softest
of
voices
.
And
Douglas
repeated
in
a
glorious
whisper
,
"
Hey
.
.
.
"
Faintly
,
the
voice
chanted
under
the
fiery
green
trees
at
noon
.
"
.
.
.
nine
,
ten
,
eleven
,
twelve
.
.
.
"
Douglas
moved
slowly
across
the
lawn
.
"
Tom
,
what
you
counting
?
"
"
.
.
.
thirteen
,
fourteen
,
shut
up
,
sixteen
,
seventeen
,
cicadas
,
eighteen
,
nineteen
.
.
.
!
"
"
Cicadas
?
"
"
Oh
hell
!
"
Tom
unsqueezed
his
eyes
.
"
Hell
,
hell
,
hell
!
"
