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No moon. A bat whirred by invisibly, black against black. The football green, solid and trustworthy in the daylight, was a black hole now. At the edge of it a small, skinny boy stood staring big-eyed into the darkness. A tree creaked in the night wind. The boy looked wildly over his shoulder. He almost wished that somebody had noticed him slip out, but people hardly ever noticed little Alec. "Come on, Guinness!" he told himself between chattering teeth. "Come on!" He began to run. He ran clear around the football field...
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