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Country ComfortSunday, June 23, 2013. He sat under the old walnut tree on his family’s farm on a hot summer day. Not even the slightest breeze filled the air, and it seemed as though he could hear the grass wilting under the fiery June sun. And just like the grass that wilted under the sun, his heart wilted under the thought of what had just happened. In a cemetery to the northeast was the freshly covered grave of one he held so dear. 8220;I wish I could go back,” he said aloud. 8220;Why did I have to grow up? 8220;I t...
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