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Then
,
luminous
with
sweat
,
they
gnashed
at
their
last
sandwiches
.
With
a
final
kick
,
a
final
marimba
concert
,
a
final
autumnal
lunge
through
leaf
stacks
,
they
went
home
.
Their
mothers
examined
their
shoes
for
black
flakelets
which
,
when
discovered
,
resulted
in
scalding
baths
and
fatherly
beatings
By
the
year
’
s
end
the
Firemen
had
raked
the
autumn
leaves
and
white
xylophones
away
,
and
it
was
no
more
fun
.
"
Did
you
hear
about
it
?
"
"
About
what
?
"
"
The
niggers
,
the
niggers
!
"
"
What
about
’
em
?
"
"
Them
leaving
,
pulling
out
,
going
away
;
did
you
hear
?
"
"
What
you
mean
,
pulling
out
?
How
can
they
do
that
?
"
"
They
can
,
they
will
,
they
are
.
"
