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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: I had a stove in it. I used to retire to my room early on
Saturday night, change my shirt and collar and put on my Sunday coat.
I waited until all was quiet and the old people were asleep,
then raised my window, climbed out, and went softly through the yard.
The first time I deceived my grandparents I felt rather shabby,
perhaps even the second time, but I soon ceased to think about it.
The dance at the Firemen's Hall was the one thing I looked forward
to all the week. There I met the same people I used to see at
the Vannis' tent. Sometimes there were Bohemians from Wilber,
or German boys who came down on the afternoon freight from Bismarck.
Tony and Lena and Tiny were always there, and the three Bohemian Marys,
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