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Chapter Thirteen
The morning sun shone through a gap in the curtains, squinting his eyes Ray lifted his hand to block the bright light. In his mind, he heard the typical Sunday clanging and banging from the kitchen, sounds of laughing, and the smell of sausages and eggs floating into the bedroom, it consumed him. Turning away from the window he knew it was not real. Every night his dreams carried the sweet memories of the two most important people that were taken from him. Pushing himself up, he brushed his hand through his shaggy hair, if his wife were alive she’d be on his case to get a haircut. He knew he had to go see the old woman from that Farm, but right now, it could wait. Time for a jog, he thought. As he was about to leave his phone rang, it was an unknown number. Ray decided to call back after his run, right now the world could wait-for one damn minute of his time.
Panting and his chest heaving, Ray thought his time had improved and he felt better; much b
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