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WhenDagmar neared, Serena reluctantly handed Clarice to her. Wigg quickly surmised that thepotion was working, rather than his pain spell wearing off so soon. “No,” he answered. On each ten-cent book you make a cent, on the fifty-cent books you make five cents .
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