Fiction | September 01, 2002

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One November afternoon, my father closed the stationery store half an hour early to prepare for the arrival of the Alphabetic Book Club.  He thought out front lawn needed to be raked first, even though I insisted it would be to dark for Mr. Barr and Mr. Jellicoe to notice by the time they arrived.

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