I wouldn’t want to wear out our welcome in this place where gray headstones stand silent sentry over buried loved ones. [...]
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I wouldn’t want to wear out our welcome in this place where gray headstones stand silent sentry over buried loved ones. [...] Every sound in the house seemed magnified. The washing machine in the basement slammed into its spin cycle. The dog began to pant much too loudly, in time with my racing heart. The chimes on the deck jangled in discordant fury. [...] |
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