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I stood by the three horse carousel outside the gas station. Sarah pretended to ride as I thought about tomorrow and prayed.

“God why do we have to move? Springfield is home. I’ve lived there all of my adult life.”

A quiet answer: “I am your home.”

Amy is talking to herself again.

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