Wow, you sentimental ole shmuck, you!! I will never forget Brookie, either, or Marilyn. But before them, in the mists of prehistory in the sunny summers of Boothbay, there was a little girl with golden hair named Alice. She kissed me on the roof of the ferry, and ya coulda knocked me over with a feather, and that's the truth. I have never been the same since!!

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