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In the back was a churned-up area of discolored weeds where the mash, or the pornace, _was_ flung after the press. 'Is it your heart?' Candy asked him. For Christmas Eve everyone was together. w never penetrated the frozen ground, and when the temperature dropped and it snowed again, the rivers hardened up fast.
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