“What am I supposed to be doing, Jane?” Everything around us shifted and suddenly, we were in a field. There was a man, a tall man, with a black cowboy hat on. I watched as he fell to his knees, his body rocking back and forth. He was crying. I turned my head to Jane, struggling to peel my eyes from him. “Why is that cowboy crying?” Tears shined in Jane’s eyes, and I could see only one thing in them. Love. “Who is that?” I asked, needing to know. I needed to know everything about him. She blinked and wiped away her tears. “He’s so stubborn, sweet girl. You are going to have to be patient with
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