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” she asked.
I smiled.
“They do,” I said. “And you’re overdue.”
She considered.
“Can we go somewhere with horses,” she said, “and no gates?”
“We can go somewhere with horses and nothing but fences you can open yourself,” I said.
She nodded decisively.
“Okay,” she said. “Then I want to go there.”
“Then we will,” I said.
A year later, the Garden District mansion continue reading …
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