While I knocked down thistles, burdocks, and wild parsnip in the field, Beth picked sour cherries in the orchard. While I returned the tractor to the farm implement store, driving down the highway at fifteen miles per hour, flashers blinking and knuckles white on the steering wheel, wild-ass teenagers and bourgeois boat hauling yahoos hurling [...]
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