Answer
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People
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will
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come,
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Ray
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They’ll
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come
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to
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Iowa
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for
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reasons
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they
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can’t
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even
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fathom.
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They’ll
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turn
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up
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your
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driveway,
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not
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knowing
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for
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sure
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why
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they’re
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doing
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it.
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They’ll
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arrive
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at
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your
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door,
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as
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innocent
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as
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children,
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longing
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Answer
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for
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the
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past.
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Of
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course
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we
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won’t
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mind
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if
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you
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look
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around,
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you’ll
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say.
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It’s
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only
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twenty
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dollars
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per
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person.
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They’ll
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pass
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over
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the
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money,
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without
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even
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thinking
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about
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it.
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For
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it
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is
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money
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they
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have
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and
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Answer
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peace
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they
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lack.
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And
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they’ll
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walk
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off
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to
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the
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bleachers
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and
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sit
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in
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shirtsleeves
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on
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a
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perfect
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afternoon.
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They’ll
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find
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they
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have
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reserved
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seats
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somewhere
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along
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one
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of
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the
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baselines,
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where
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they
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sat
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when
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they
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were
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children
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Answer
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and
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cheered
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their
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heroes.
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And
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they’ll
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watch
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the
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game
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and
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it’ll
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be
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as
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if
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they’d
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dipped
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themselves
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in
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magic
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waters.
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The
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memories
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will
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be
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so
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thick,
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they’ll
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have
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to
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brush
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them
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away
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from
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their
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faces.
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People
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will
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Answer
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come,
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Ray
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The
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one
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constant
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through
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all
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the
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years
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Ray
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had
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been
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baseball.
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America
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has
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rolled
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by
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like
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an
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army
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of
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streamrollers.
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It’s
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been
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erased
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like
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a
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blackboard
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rebuilt
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and
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erased
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again.
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But
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baseball
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has
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marked
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the
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Answer
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time.
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This
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field,
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this
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game
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It’s
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a
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part
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of
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our
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past
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Ray
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It
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reminds
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us
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of
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all
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that
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once
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was
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good
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and
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it
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could
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be
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again.
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Oh
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people
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will
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come
|
Ray
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People
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will
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most
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definitely
|
come.
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