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Jacob, helmet off, lying on a quilt-covered brass bed upstairs at the Garden of Eden. Home sweet home, the air filled with the odors of cooking, fresh paint on the walls, poussière frying on top of the static-charged television, as the phone rings and rings and rings and rings, and Jacob just falls right to sleep.

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	Jacob, helmet off, lying on a quilt-covered brass bed upstairs at the Garden of Eden. Home sweet home, the air filled with the odors of cooking, fresh paint on the walls, dust frying on top of the static-charged television, as the phone rings and rings and rings and rings, and Jacob just falls right to sleep.