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- His eyes were black, and the face belonged to Clayton.
- Years had passed since that night. Almost a decade had passed.
- But Clayton’s face wasn’t any younger than the face I had looked into in my office at the college on Halloween, when he held out a book for me to sign.
- Clayton couldn’t have been older than nine or ten in 1992.
- The face reflected in the windowpane was that of an adult.
- Lunar Park, chapter 15
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