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Doug's widened eyes bulged under red eyelids like they'd either burst or fall out of his skull. His mouth hung loose.
A murmuring undertone drifted from the trees:
this was not serving our purpose.
Then Doug spoke, quietly at first, but each word getting louder
"One Isaiah,
Fifty Seven,
Five.
Under every tree slaying the children!"
And he repeated it, over and over, loudly, then increasingly strident, repeating again and again.
Eventually Archie yelled, covering his ears with his hands, "Make him stop! Make him stop!" and the squirming in my stomach and my chest told me it was time.

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