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[elinorwise]

2011 had never seemed more distant than it did then.
Hell, Jake Epping had never seemed so distant. A growling
tenor sax was blowing in a party-lit gym deep in the heart of
Texas. A sweet breeze carried it across the night. A drummer
was laying down an insidious off-your-seat-and-on-your-feet
shuffle.

I think that’s when I decided I was never going back.

Забавно, что back для Джейка означало "вперед".
Так сука сочно описывает свои пятидесятые, что местами я ему почти завидую.
Попаданец здорового человека)
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