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On a Pittsburgh block, where three generations ago might have been heard / Indian war-whoops -- yes, and the next generation wore hoops, too -- a / girl child stood, in evident relief, far below the murky gray of the / Pittsburgh sky.
She couldn't see an Indian, not even a cigar store one, and she wouldn't / have noticed him anyway, for she was shaking with laughter.