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A chain blocked the mostly hidden entry to Little’s Lake. But I knew from experience that Mark never padlocked it. He and his wife were always driving in and out of the property at all hours of the day and night. It was an annoyance to have to keep locking and unlocking the damn thing. Besides, this was a sleepy neighborhood. The chance of any kind of riff-raff trying to cause trouble in the small one-hundred-acre wood was slim to none.
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