Kelly ran up right away and was cute and a dog, as she tends to be. The fur all along the side of her neck was stiff, and I noticed a red substance on her collar. Thinking she'd hurt herself, I asked my mom what had happened.
"Oh, your dad spilled ketchup everywhere earlier!"
The wind today was like the world was being made again, scoured and wild. When it groped you up and down you could feel the animals on the verge of creation, galloping and veering on shaky legs.
We snuck up on three deer as they laid in the thicket of hackberries, our scent and footfalls spirited away over the golden grass with the corkscrewing cornhusks.
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