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mylandmyrules) wrote2023-07-11 07:46 am
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Tuesday Night at Nell's
Tonight was fresh fruit night at Nell's. Not that she didn't still have some baked goods around, but she'd set out cubes of watermelon alongside bowls of raspberries, blueberries, and strawberries. She'd also sliced some up and turned others into sauces to go over ice cream if people so desired.
She was also aware that people might be feeling a bit pensive after the events of the weekend, so she was prepared to be flexible with whatever people wanted to do tonight. They could always just sit and watch the stars and talk if sports or games didn't suit.
She was also aware that people might be feeling a bit pensive after the events of the weekend, so she was prepared to be flexible with whatever people wanted to do tonight. They could always just sit and watch the stars and talk if sports or games didn't suit.
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She smiled a little sadly. "My dogs. or rather my husband's old hunting dogs. I loved them so much and they loved me back." She swallowed hard thinking of the day she'd come home and found the churchmen had killed them and left them on her front porch. She'd never been able to get all the bloodstains off.
"Pretty sure they're the only things that have ever really loved me."