White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

crisis to break.

By three in the afternoon, the sun had slipped behind the tall pines, leaving the porch in cool, gray shadow.

I returned to my rocking chair, watching the shadows lengthen across the gravel driveway and the edge of the woods.

Gary walked up from the dock and stood by the porch railing, his hands tucked deep into his jacket pockets.

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