Johnny-'Cross-The-Alley made a courting coach there, the sight of his loveseat swing open to anyone who cared to hang out their window. His old, old ma's lilac and snowball bushes could not outdo the five and dime perfume emanating from the pores of his girls. No one can say that I didn't see it coming, he said to his old, old dad as they left one morning together with metal lunchboxes in their hands.
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