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The piney scent was thick in the air, and I saw his face soften as he looked at it. That's just the kind we had when I was a kid. It smells just the same. Well then, I thought someone had left it behind, but now I guess they'd cut it for you. They must have known you'd be late and needed it. His eyes brimmed, and he bent his head, feeling around in his pockets for his wallet.