Grandma warned me not to let them in. She knew before I did, saw the way I'd get distracted with nothin' going on. Back then it was like a faint breeze you didn't know where it came from, the buzz of a fly you couldn't find, a sound outside you couldn't identify thru the closed window. She said it'd get stronger and they'd tempt me to listen. But
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