the book i haven't read

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'The most!', Chris said, laughing, tossing his tangled hair back from his brow. 'A blast', I said, nodding, still laughing myself. 

'This is really a good time', Vern said simply, and he didn't just mean being off-limits inside the dump, or fudging our folks, or going on a hike up the railroad tracks to Harlow; he meant those things but it seems to me now that there was more, and that we all knew it. Everything was there and around us. We knew exactly who we were and exactly where we were going. It was grand. 

- Stephen King, The Body, 1982