We miss them, the men. We miss their stomping feet, their honking noses, their hearty exclamations. We miss hearing their voice first in a crowd. We miss the space th…
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We miss them, the men. We miss their stomping feet, their honking noses, their hearty exclamations. We miss hearing their voice first in a crowd. We miss the space th…