sat behind the trailers with julie eating

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the peanut butter sandwiches peter’s

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wife made that morning by the park sink

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stinking of elephant shit and hay never once

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thinking that maybe some of that stink would carry 

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over to the food she was handling

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no

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slapped on the peanut butter thickly with her fingers

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wrapped the sandwiches in newspaper and left them for

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peter and I behind the trailer with a note

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thanking me for washing the bikes for the kids