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(f) "Most of the boys in our family went to work outside the farm. Mark, the curly-haired blond, made his living breeding cattle in Calgary. GM kinds of things for a business owned by a hockey player from Edmonton. He worked at that for years. In fact, his girlfriend for a time was the boss' daughter. But he ended up living with another boy from the high school. They had been friends and they always liked each other, almost too much. Neither of them ever came back to visit. I went to them, to their small bungalow on 22 St. S.W. But I came back. I couldn't get too much of the storms in the spring. It could be quiet and frosty. It could be blowing so hard from the Cypress Hills that it looked like fog or a dust storm steaming straight for you. from "My time alone" By Eugene Hanson Available in the Eastend area. 50 pages. p. 16.
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