Uncle Bob: If I could relive any year––
Karen: Ooh, I love this game!
Uncle Bob: It would be the summer of either ’67 or ’68.
Karen: And you, Mr. Russell? Oh, I know…
That year in London.
Uncle Bob finds it much cooler on the other side of the porch. He peers over the rail. But just look at that sky, he says.
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