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Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

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down at the new grey running shoes on his feet, his mouth set in a thin, pale line.

David Evans stood by the wooden trailhead sign, stretching his arms over his head while his old red fleece jacket caught the light. He looked more like a retired high school track coach than our family physician, though the professional authority in his eyes remained continue reading …

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