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Farm LifeChapter 8
I ran out the door and followed her down the road. Becky could run faster than me and I could only hope to keep her in sight until she stopped. I finally caught up to her sitting under the big cottonwood tree next to the pond. Tears were streaming down her face and she wouldn’t look at me. “Becky, honey, are you okay?” Through her sobbing she muttered “I don’t know”. Finally, she turned and looked at me, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Am I just a fuck toy for you; someone you keep around...