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The beautiful, liquid-filled eyes stared and stared at Hal. He tried to ignore them.
What else was there to do? Nothing much was happening on the farm that
afternoon, except for the sun starting to throw long shadows across the fields
and toward the stone house where Sally had lived all her life.
Life on the farm was appealing. Hal was a city boy, born and bred, but Sally
was good enough to change his urban…
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