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I slowed. What could this be? The sign was at the end of a seldom-traveled blacktop…no reason to use caution, out here on the edge of a thick stand of trees that marked the fringe of a mountain forest. Maybe it warned of a nearby rabbit hutch. Maybe, deeper in the woods  young lovers found seclusion, a secret hiding place for racing hearts and big plans, and the background dread of a visit from a serial killer who, upon seeing this sign, would wonder “What could this be?”

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