He could see the vaguely pained expression
on Llewelyn’s face when he reached the car. “What’s going on?” He had looked down, and seen the plastic bags Llewelyn had been carrying. The bags that his grandmother saved by the boxful, with “Silver Barn Farms” emblazoned on them. The bags had been bulging with what Brandon had identified, in silhouette, as His Stuff: […]
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