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Light Up the Dark

It was getting dark as we approached the house. I didn’t see any lights on inside, but then, if Horace was angry that his favorite lamp had been broken, it was possible he was stewing in the dark. Sam had me fingers in his as he approached the back porch, but he stopped and turned to face me. “You don’t have to do this, Harlow,” he reminded me.

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