I didn’t understand before that letter. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. No matter. “Where are they?” She looked around. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. “Have you heard things?” The tears stood in her eyes.
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