Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

door, keeping the children behind me as he approached.

“I stopped by the orchard on the way back from my office,” George said, setting the basket on the middle step. “The children should have something fresh before the first frost ruins the harvest.”

Tommy leaned forward, his feet wide apart like a soldier as he looked at the red fruit.

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