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Hours passed, and Dylan was soon covered in dirt and sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead. He took short water breaks, occasionally glancing at his parents, who watched proudly from the kitchen window. Every scoop of soil felt like he was uncovering a tiny secret. Dylan had already dug up a few bottles that had expired in the 70s and found a few coins that weren’t American.
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