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           "Sure!Andthere’stheGreenMachine!"

           "BuffalodustandChingLingSoo!"

           "TheTarotWitch!TheLonelyOne!"

           "It’snotreallyover,"saidTom."It’llneverbeover.I’llrememberwhathappenedoneverydayofthisyear,forever."

           "Itwasoverbeforeitbegan,"saidGrandpa,unwindingthewinepress."Idon’trememberathingthathappenedexceptsomenewtypeofgrassthatwouldn’tneedcutting."

           "You’rejoking!"

           "No,sir,Doug,Tom,you’llfindasyougetolderthedayskindofblur...can’ttellonefromtheother..."

           "But,heck,"saidTom."OnMondaythisweekItrollerskatedatElectricPark,TuesdayIatechocolatecake,WednesdayIfellinthecrick,Thursdayfelloffaswingingvine,theweek’sbeenfullofthings!Andtoday,I’llremembertodaybecausetheleavesoutsidearebeginningtogetallredandyellow.Won’tbelongthey’llbealloverthelawnandwe’lljumpinpilesofthemandburnthem.I’llneverforgettoday!I’llalwaysremember,Iknow!"

           Grandfatherlookedupthroughthecellarwindowatthelate-summertreesstirringinacolderwind."Ofcourseyouwill,Tom,"hesaid."Ofcourseyouwill."

           Andtheyleftthemellowlightofthedandelionwineandwentupstairstocarryoutthelastfewritualsofsummer,fortheyfeltthatnowthefinalday,thefinalnighthadcome.Asthedaygrewlatetheyrealizedthatfortwoorthreenightsnow,porcheshademptiedearlyoftheirinhabitants.