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“I’m not sure that’s a good idea….” Jo called after them, lengthening her steps to catch up.
But they had already turned up the narrow driveway, where they’d spotted a boy shooting baskets into a hoop that hung drunkenly above the garage door.
Bang! The garage door rattled when he missed, and Ginny jerked and tried to stop. Determined Emma hauled her onward.
“Hi!” she said.
The lanky boy, who had to be close to her age, turned at the sound of her voice. Dribbling the ball, he said, “Hi.” His gaze went to Jo, behind the girls. Warily, he asked, “Um…you looking for somebody?”
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