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What happens to me when I cross the Piscataqua and plunge rapidly into Maine at a cost of seventy-five cents in toll?  I cannot describe it.  I do not ordinarily spy a partridge in a pear tree, or three French hens, but I do have the sensation of having received a gift from a true love.

-E.B. White, “Home-Coming”

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