” She gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch of icy dirt road. Her thought spoke aloud. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. " "No—no," laughed Jack. Maybe later. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream.
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