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who drank his ZaRex (awful-looking orange stuff) in three or four huge splattering gulps and then ran out back to play. A don't-wake-the-baby voice. Wouldn't be the first time. Jesus!' A Ford Explorer — four-wheel drive but moving far too fast for the conditions, maybe seventy miles an hour — roared past them, pulling a rooster-tail of snow.
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