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see how the tenant farmer was handling the farm. She was a town girl, as beautiful and as far away as a star. Then there was Nora, my fourth grade sweetheart. I was flattered by her efforts to be near me. Nancy Walker came along a little later. She was a blond, like Lucia Mae, and about as merry a child as you would ever want to see. I’ve seen her laugh till tears would run down her cheeks, and about the most trivial bit of humor; even her eyes seemed U) be laughing. The last time I saw her she was not a blond with her little plaited pigtails down her back, but a sedate married woman. There was a song a few years ago that recalled her back tq mind; “No one can take her place (in memory) My Nancy with the laughing face.” Then last, but by no means least, there was this little blond girl. She was just a child with her walking doll, I may have ignored her if she hadn’t had her doll along. My father and her father were related, so with the passing years I saw her occasionally. I heard through my parents that she had married, which was fine with me, we had never tumbled to each other. And
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