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It seemed to Abbie that the years began to move more quickly now. The leaves of the almanac over the wooden kitchen sink were turned with almost unbelievable rapidity. Abbie never tore them out and never destroyed one of these outlived chronicles of time.
"Don't you ever burn up any of the old things that have accumulated?" Isabelle asked when she was home from the University.