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We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. Clotilde pried Fritz from Lucy’s left leg where he was clinging. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. "What! you still hesitate! Will that rouse you, coward?" And she gave him a smart rap on the head.
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