I've an idea it'll be that long before the chap gets up. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. It had been a big event for teens across town. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast.
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