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Show 408 "I don't know where anything is any more," Lorin said. "I think it was over there where the bike racks are now. When they tore down the old building and built the new one they moved things around." Stephen dropped his cigarette stub to the ground and stepped on it. "I was trying to remember if these are the same monkey bars I cracked my head on. They look too new." "Don't leave that for one of the kids to pick up tomorrow," Lorin said. "Put it in your pocket. No, these are new even since Katy's time. You know what used to be here? I just remembered. This wasn't asphalt here. It was fenced off and had grass, and the school kept goats in it." Stephen put the flattened stub in the pocket of his blazer and brushed the smear of ash off the flap. "I don't remember goats." "You wouldn't. I think I was in third grade. They were baby goats. We got to feed them out of a bottle. They were some kind of science project, I don't remember what happened to them. I think they died." They passed the rings and Stephen took one and swung it on its chain. "What science? You got to watch them rut or something?" "Just keeping the little bastards alive, I guess," said Lorin. "You know what those things look like?" He glanced back at the circle of rings hanging from their chains. The one Stephen had grabbed still swung back and forth. "They look like gallows." "Cute," Stephen said. Lorin held the loose board while Stephen climbed through the fence, and then climbed through himself, snagging a heavy thread on his jacket on a splinter. "How are things back at the ward?" Stephen asked. He gave a thumbs-up sign to the porch f u l l of hippies. "Sorry I l e f t . I couldn't take any |