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The early morning sun warmed the cement of the back patio and was starting to dry out the nightcrawlers.  Hannah wrestled the sliding glass door open enough to slip through, being careful to close the screen behind her, as her mom would require.  The patio was still cool on her bare feet, but it was warm enough out that her pink pajamas were enough.  Hannah began rescuing the big worms by tossing them out into the still-dewy lawn.  The day smelled fresh and clean with a hint of earth, which Hannah would always think of as the smell of worms.