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Submitted to Contest #175
The icy wind blew the dead, orange leaves around their feet. They stood quietly, with the shovels in their hands. A single oak tree stuck out of a burlap ball between them. “It’s too cold for this,” Aimee mumbled. Caleb chose not to respond to her. He looked down at the ground and rolled his eyes. He didn’t want her to know that she was annoying him. Today was supposed to be a healing day. “You can wait in the car where it’s warm,” he sighed. “I can dig the hole.” Aimee watched her brother as he put his foot on the head of the shovel and...
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