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Fourteen-year-old Sandy sat on the empty playground with his long legs. The grass was half yellow and half green, trampled by a pair of sweaty shoes. The cinders from the cinder track had stained the grass, but one or two strong grasses had grown into the cinder track in a counter-invasion. The sun looked like it had been cut from a third-rate Impressionist painting, and was