In one of the big gates was a little door, and she rapped at this. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. “Is Coke okay?” He asked as he pulled into the gas station. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. Her hand grasped it firmly, and she pushed herself forward.
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