[ thank god, the robbie leaves. here falco had been tense waiting for hi mother and urging the neighbor to be on his way with a reassuring wave. now what roars over the neighborhood silence is the sputtering of a prepped lawnmower ready for action. falco gestures for cass to lend him one of her ears, cupping his mouth not to yell, but to direct his words over the ruckus when he says: ]
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I don't know how this works.