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Daphne’s route, meanwhile, was bringing her to the front of the boathouse. She heard Shaggy’s voice explaining about thermal air currents, which made Daphne pause. She’d never thought of Shaggy as clued up about anything except snacks and goofing off. But he was doing an excellent job of distracting Old-man Mulligan, who ran the boatyard.
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