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Bart wondered where the hell Marley could be. The only sign of life outside was the saloon. Surely, she didn’t go there. He figured she took a walk, so he began to walk down the Main Street of Pine.

Marley was dancing when the younger man she had been laughing leaned down in her ear whispering. She laughed a stroll sounded nice even if his freind came. Besides it was getting hot. Maybe from the drink maybe from the dancing.
Linking arms with him, his name was sam, and his freind, she didn't know his name. They spilled out of the salloon a bundle of girlish giggles, manly laughter and of key singing. She didnt even notice bart as they stumbled along.

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