Next year it would be the same, and the year after that, the same again. Vivian said things were changing. But where were they changing?
“Friday, April eighth, between noon and three,” the sheriff said.
I can give them something that neither a husband, a father, nor a grandfather ever did, so they want to hold on as long as they can. Not realizing that their holding on will break me too.
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