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I looked where Dad was pointing and saw it, the big laurel oak.

He said he “loved Ed Wood,” and that he is a “big Laurel and Hardy” fan. 

Bob beat a precipitate retreat, and pitched me headlong into a big laurel hedge, near the gate.

It was open, and inside, under the shelter of a big laurel, stood a woman with a basket.

Quietly she stole past the sassafras brake to the big laurel.