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Friday, April 3, 2009
The Hardy Boys Go Nowhere
vii.
They came to a sand pit surrounded by electric fences, filled with scorpions, roaches, hot coals and nickels, and watched by an infant with a button on his back that read DANGER. “It’s some kind of sign,” Frank deduced.
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