On days like today where the sun was high in the sky, made me realize how much dirt was truly in our little town. Dead patches of grass lingered in pitiful clumps, but the majority of the ground consisted of dry tightly packed dirt. Most of the houses in this town were ancient, standing on their last legs but somehow managing to scrape by. Wealthier families could afford to have their houses remodeled, pristine shingles lined the roof, and their front porches glistened invitingly. The center of town was normally bustling. Small families with screaming children meandered from store to store, finally stopping by our little gas station and continuing on their way. Connor and June’s regular friend group was absent from the streets, meaning they were either at Stella’s Diner or swimming in their lu
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