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That’s bad.

So we lost if after my mother died. But I used to love it there. In the spring, when the blossoms was out, I used to climb up on the windmill at night, when there was a moon. You never saw such a pretty sight as them blossoms in the moonlight. You could see for miles and miles all round—for miles and miles.

It must have been pretty.

[Awkward pause.]

Ever been in the Santa Clara?

Sure. I worked there before I come here.

Where did you work?

Near Mountain View. I forget the guy’s name.