MY DAUGHTER KEPT STEALING THE NEIGHBOR’S CHICKEN 🐔 AND I FINALLY FOUND OUT WHY At
Miss Dottie put down her pruning shears and knelt to meet Junie’s earnest gaze. Her eyes, usually twinkling with mischief, were somber. “Honey,” she began softly, “I never meant to scare you. Clove’s not going anywhere. I was just talking about how she’s getting old and grumpy—like me.” She chuckled, but there was a hint…
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