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really hard.
The sweat
poured down my face
and mixed with the
dust, making my skin
feel like it was dry
enough to crack. I was
getting almost to the
end of my assigned
work, no longer
paying attention to Grandma, when she suddenly told
me to stop and be quiet. She grinned at me. “This is
the one I’ve wanted to get for years.”
An ugly, gray mutt of a dog came sniffing into the
yard. He stopped and looked both ways as Grandma
slid out of sight behind the corner of the house.
Grandma waved at me to keep working as the dog
stopped to watch me. “And don’t act suspicious,” she
mouthed. I punched the fork under the next clump of
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