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And I believe her because Loretta is the only person who has never asked me for a thing.
Thursday evening. The dinner is in two days.
I’m feeding the chickens, the only livestock I kept when the sale went through. When my phone rings, Jocelyn, I almost don’t answer, but something in my gut tells me to pick up.
“Hey.”
Her voice is soft, almost gentle. continue reading …
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