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okay when it isn’t,” I said.
She nodded.
Then she handed me the shovel.
“Good. Can you dig? Worms need a lobby.”
And just like that, the future asked for something ordinary.
I took the shovel.
### Part 12
We moved in June.
People asked if we were running away.
I said no.
Running away is what you do when the danger still owns the road behind you. We were leaving continue reading …
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