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[elinorwise]

 “Clay?” Tom asked, low. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
 “No,” Clay said. Now that he was face-to-face with it, there were too many unanswered questions. What they would do if it went wrong was only one of them. What they would do if it went right was another. Because passenger pigeons were incapable of revenge. Those things out there, on the other hand—
 “But I’m going to.”
 “Then do it,” Tom said. “Because, all else aside, ‘You Light Up My Life’ blows dead rats in hell.”

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