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He turned onto the long road leading to MacDowell Elementary School and pulled over in the empty lot overlooking the miniscule baseball diamond. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. “Why not?” He asked. I don’t see that men need bank it with the women. That's why I'm so anxious to get her to a haven.
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