Aunt Christine had to go back to work and couldn’t hold my hand anymore. Not that I needed hand holding. But it was still nice to have someone there in the empty house. She lived in St. Louis, all the way up in Missouri. It was nice, but I liked my little town of Hugo, Oklahoma. The summers were blistering, but the winters were mild. I didn’t know what I would do if I had to deal with cold weather six months out of the year. Especially not at a new job that required me to walk around outside in the middle of the night. Thankfully, I only needed a… Read More
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