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… my hand to pass the corn upstream, against the current. Dema accepts the bowl with a nervous grin. Deb and Mac place their forks on the table, staring me down as if I’m the one who buried Virginia under the carrots. Not wanting to delay indulging in this feast any longer, I retrieve the corn, sending it clockwise. I know what we’ll be discussing on the ride home to Yakima.
Deb Palmer
Annelise Lords
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You are right. I lllooovvveee the humor.
Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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