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First sentence: OUR Vermont world was pretty well confined by a triangle, its apex the little white house with green blinds in the village, where we slept when nothing more exciting was afoot, its base running direct to Center Rutland, its hypotenuse crossing Otter Creek to The Maples, the home of Aunt Julia Dorr.
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