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” she asked.
“Smaller than your boot.”
“I wanted you to fight everyone,” she said.
“I know.”
“I thought silence meant weakness.”
Tom leaned against the tree. “And now?”
She looked across the pasture toward Buck’s land, where new rows of young windbreaks had begun to rise. “Now I think silence is dangerous when it’s empty. But yours wasn’t empty. You were continue reading …
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