The languid summer afternoon meandered on, carrying Emily Woodward along like a log in a river. She sat alone, as always. Her children were playing in the brush on the edge of the property and her husband had disappeared to pee and take a nap after drinking beer at lunch.
She stared at the front door with a slight but coy smile.
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The languid summer afternoon meandered on, carrying Emily Woodward along like a log in a river. She sat alone, as always. Her children were playing in the brush on the edge of the property and her husband had disappeared to pee and take a nap after drinking beer at lunch.
She stared at the front door with a slight but coy smile.
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