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What could be lovelier than to hear the summer rain cutting across as scythes cut across grain? falling upon the steaming roof with sweet uproar, tapping and rapping wildy at the door?

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Hearing the crackling sounds of raw bacon strips being tenderly laid to rest on the surface of a frying pan. 
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