Loose Leaf
Honey, this was going to happen, it read. Virgina palmed the note, held it up like wings, left her hands in the mail slot. Then decided against it. It was nearing 5:30a.m. Gab would be home soon. The moon had crept into that deep creak above the porch steps. The sun wasn't rising like they all thought it would. But, stayed lower in their sky and shortened their days. Virgina left oolong by the front door instead of the arch way.
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