At first, the seeds looked to eight-year-old Kelsei Douglas like eggs. She examined them, rolling the granules between her right index finger and the small concave of her left palm, and instead ...
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The Last Days of the Southern Drawl
By the end of my life, there may be no one left who speaks like my father outside the hollers and the one-horse towns.
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