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It can't be. Can it? Is it Jake? My Jake? After all these years? How long has it been? What do I do? What do I do? Just ask him, Victoria. Just come right out with it. No. No. First, you must find out what he and your sister are up to. And, Mary? Good lord, poor Mary. Unable to read. She had to do something. But ... oh, he smelled good. He smelled like 30 years ago. Clean, earthy, full of promise.
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