The thin, pale knees tottered on the wooden fence, a fence brand new but made to look rustic and distressed as subdivisions overtook forest and farmland, faux Tudors taking the place of pines.
John Bellert watched the little girl, her eyes closed, mouth moving, wondering if the new neighbors were some sort of religious zealots.
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