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he was watching a barn burn.
Tom turned back to the seedling in front of him. “Because folks like a show.”
“Are we the show?”
“For now.”
Emily frowned at the little pine, no taller than her boot. “They think you’re wrong.”
Tom pushed dirt around the roots and pressed it down firm. “Most people think different means wrong until it saves them.”
Emily did not continue reading …
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