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Interference

Sam was out in the yard when we got there, but he wasn’t chopping wood. Thankfully, he had his shirt on. I’m not sure what he was doing--maybe waiting for us. I noticed he had his truck keys in his hand, though, and that made me nervous.

“Hello, Samuel,” my sister said, sashaying her way over to him, her hands folded behind her back.

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