“And you’re sure it’s her time? I didn’t get the memo,” Zeke said, looking down from their perch in the clouds at Esther Jones in her garden, taking a nap on a lawn chair, hat shielding her face from…
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“And you’re sure it’s her time? I didn’t get the memo,” Zeke said, looking down from their perch in the clouds at Esther Jones in her garden, taking a nap on a lawn chair, hat shielding her face from…