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  <subtitle>&amp;quot;Who is this?&amp;quot; Kevin jumped and his coffee poured all over his shirt.

&amp;quot;Jeez, Steph-&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Kevin, I need to know. Now.&amp;quot; Kevin stared in my begging eyes and, grumbling all the while, took the picture from my outstretched hand and looked in it. &amp;quot;Well?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;This looks like the family that lived in the house that just burned down. Yeah. That's the woman by the grill and her husband over in the pool.&amp;quot; He shrugged and handed it back to me, &amp;quot;Nothing real special.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;So, the little girl in the picture....she lived in that house, too?&amp;quot; I couldn't get over the fact that the little girl in the pool was so familiar.

&amp;quot;Uh, Steph?&amp;quot; I glanced in Kevin's worried eyes, &amp;quot;What little girl?&amp;quot;</subtitle>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;that suprised me at the end&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
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