But those days are over—quite over. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory.
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