Summer Of Addictive Saturdays Part I
Amidst the flower beds one Saturday afternoon, the phone quivered in my pocket. When I saw the sender's name, my legs followed suit.The text simply read, 7:30 .The gardening gloves came off in a rush.Yes, I texted back after drying sweaty, unsteady hands on my cutoffs.I returned to the mundane task of spreading new mulch, sneaking a glance at the neighbor's immaculately manicured lawn. There was a long way to go before the yard work was finished, and even longer until the time I had just...
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