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I dig through moist leaves until I hit the dirt. I follow the line down from the slatted fence and measure a hand’s width away. I scoop out handfuls of earth until I feel the chilly sensation of tin. I pull it free and wipe the lid clean: biscuit assortment (we ate them all).
When God Was a Rabbit: A Novel
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