The first time I saw Jennie she was literally dancing with the daffodils. It was spring in Logan and I had a few minutes before I had to get back on the rail and load baggage, so I decided to take a short walk.
Just off 5th and North street is where I found the daffodils and Jennie. Her home was surrounded by a beautiful garden, and she was right in the middle of it. I had to stop myself from staring. I could tell from her surroundings that she was out of my league. After all, I worked on the rail.
All I could think about that day was
"I love daffodils!"
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