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Tomorrow is Another Day

“It’s getting cold out,” she said, pulling her robe tighter around her body and wishing she knew what he was thinking about. He’d barely talked during dinner and afterwards, he had disappeared outside before she’d even cleared the table.

He remained silent, a solid mass in a worn flannel shirt and grease-stained jeans, hunched in an old lawn chair, the full moon casting the only light in their small backyard.

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Moon Pies and RC

lovely... from setting to character to mood to resolution