A Gloomy Afternoon
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Tom sat under a spreading oak tree, his chin in his hands. He felt lonely and unloved. Becky Thatcher had rejected him, and Aunt Polly had punished him. He thought about running away to become a soldier, or better yet... a pirate! The idea made his heart swell with pride. He would sail the seas as the Black Avenger of the Spanish Main!
But first, he had an appointment tonight. Huckleberry Finn had told him that a dead cat taken to the graveyard at midnight was the best magic for curing warts.
The sun began to set, and the shadows stretched long across the village of St. Petersburg.