The six-year-old runs up the muddy path. He sounds out the names of the people underfoot.
4.09
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Yeah, That Was Her
Something is going to happen here that’s not going to make sense. It’s not supposed to make sense. Don’t expect it to.
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Further, Farther
Zero always looked wise to me. He was my age but the sun had carved deep lines of experience and knowledge into his face.