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We all saw you take his hand to the picnic.
Maybe that wasn't flirting?
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Yes... Maybe I was flirting..
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[Narrator] Next day the weather changed.
The fog came rolling down from the mountains.
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And althought there were no sunsets to be seen,
McKay thought it best that she sat by him anyway.
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She had sat by Jack McKay so many times now,
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but Jack had not got better
at judging the distance between them.
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On the contrary, where fingers alone
had previously brushed her young flesh,
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now it was a and that remained in place
throughout the allotted span.
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The hour in the orchard were long now,
for the harvest was under way.
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And Grace had long since given up arguing
with Chuck's perception that respect for cultivation,
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harvest, and fruit could be directly
measured in provision of carnality.
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Though reluctant to leave Grace alone,
Tom wantered around quite often now,
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lost in thought as he tried to crack
the problem of possible escape.
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And as Grace's wages no longer found
their way to her purse he had stepped in,
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and together they had triumphantly picked up
the last of the seven figurines
from Ma Ginger's windows.
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What's the matter?
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- Nothing.
- Are the police on Canyon Road again?
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No. This is just girl talk.
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It's funny you should mention Canyon Road,
though... right, Martha?