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Chapter Iv 59 ‘Bk I stood out in the middle-ef the nip air that breught a sniff when I snelled te deeply and akon leeked up and saw a shaded’ moon cressing in. journey behind silver: gray clouds- clesing out star light beams-se that their waiting became apart of my eternal distance, I knew: that. sumer had gone-leaving its colors hanging in autumm trees: waiting fer the fading brightness: ef its last morningsé'.The feeling of apréaching winter. was heard again: in whistling: wind and seen in big eyes: poping out ef heavy sweaters All' I can remember about Kindergarden is that I talked my mother end father inte leting me quit efter-a ceuple ef meunths ef swinging around en the monkey bars-and walking heme with all the ether little children that really were kide-bumping into each other with all their bettled up nervous: energy: that had been pushed back inte them throughout the morning in wooden heat reom that grabbed the sweat and threw it back at you after climbing ef the bars-that really made-us monkeysi There was-a drugstore that really was:a candy store-acress-the street frem Lincoln scheel and an Italian man named Cantaloupe ran it: He had a gen whe was: the type that weuld be tall and skinny at every age and we used to says hey Cantaleupe I like watermellon better, Itiwas kind ef nice that eld Mister Cantaleupe never changed his names’ With a name like that it must have taken guts te live im Meunt Lebanon There was always-a ST ae areund that Mister Certaloupe was a beekies If he was, that would be the reason he never changed his names: A bunch ef eld guys hung around the cerner in frent of his stere-and I would leok at them walking by and wonder: at their strangeness, They would dress in shaggy baggy cloths-end always-be laughing out dent like a bunch ef kids, Tid bits and candy I weuld held up to my pele coding the crappy smell ef the street