Jens Trondsen rocked slowly back and forth in his chair on the side porch of his house. It was a beautiful spring day and the house was empty–Jens' wife Margaret and their two girls were at a play date at a friends' house. Right now it was just him and his cup of tea and his bag of peanuts, and the sounds of the birds in the trees.
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