“Of course I’m going to bring dinner.” Kelly Ackerman lugged the last of the groceries into the homestead and hefted them onto the kitchen island while Sammy protested—again. Her voice had gotten weaker, though, and Kelly knew one more insistence, and her friend would give in.
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