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assignment to “stay out of the road.” I wandered over
and warmed myself by the old kerosene heater. Once I
was warm, I was bored, so I strolled out of the cellar
into the fresh air.

In front of the cellar was the pile of rotten
potatoes, which filled the whole area with a sickening
sweet smell. It was so strong that a person couldn’t
stand to be by it for long. Rotten potatoes didn’t have
any useful purpose that I knew of except for throwing.
They made a wonderful splooshing sound when they hit
something. However, the smell was almost impossible
to remove off of whatever was hit.

I grabbed a stick and poked at the potatoes. Butch
and Buster came wandering over. Our potato cellar was
right next door to where they lived. They had become
my good friends, but it hadn’t started out that way.
They were originally from West Virginia. Their
grandfather had been a coal miner and had died in the
coal mines. Their grandmother, whom they

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