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“You two idiots, take me to the vet!” Martin swore, snatching the paper bag without ceremony.,"I'm now certain, you didn't get knocked silly." Elena wasn't even concerned, she pointed to the small copse of trees behind the house: "James is buried there.",Maryetta was a small town in the sparsely populated southern suburbs, even in the dilapidated community of Clayton where Martin lived, every house had a small yard in front of its detached wooden dwelling.。