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She remembered autumn. October, most of all, when the aroma of grapefruit made its way north from McAllen. Hillie felt strong in grandpa’s leather gloves. The scent of clove cigarettes and chocolate stayed in her mind, and if she was there, she was young again.
She remembered autumn. October, most of all, when the aroma of grapefruit made its way north from McAllen. Hillie felt strong in grandpa’s leather gloves. The scent of clove cigarettes and chocolate stayed in her mind, and if she was there, she was young again.