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After the Crash |
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Pam was wilted. The cycle from Gloucester to Beverly was twenty miles, one-way. Stubborn, her family called her. Pedaling and pedaling, mouth set in disapproval as SUVs blasted by. Maybe. But in her yard, there was this: no driveway, just beehives. She grinned and licked honey from her fingers. |
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