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And then we ate the big dinner that Mother had slaved over for so long. Later, after the fireflies had vanished into the night, we lay, still as a death-watch beetle, among the tall grasses, until they called us home. Then, as the Twilight Zone droned on, the laughter of Summer Nights became a memory for us, never suspecting that this was the year our hearts would die. This was the year we grew up. |
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