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He had wet, red eyes. They always looked a little lost. If Homer Wells had been an amateur historian, he would have been as much of a revisionist as Wilbur Larch—he would have tried to make everything come out all right in the end. ' 'Then she'll have two,' Nurse Caroline informed him.
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