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The Pavilion
From the novel "When Things Go Bang"
A few rickety wooden steps led up to an open walkway. I stepped to the left, on a whim, and pulled the doorknob, the one on the door marked ‘visitors’. The door swung open, so I walked inside.
He wore cricket shorts, cricket shoes, white socks, no pads. One of those white V-neck sweaters. He wasn’t old. He wasn’t young, either.
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