Next week it’ll rain. Or maybe the week after. No. Next week. Next week it’ll rain and the grass won’t sound like tortilla chips under my feet and the weather will be cool and the birds will be happy and I’ll wear my jeans and we can take a walk. Next week I’ll take Woody to the creek and it won’t be dry. He’ll run and chase and…
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