Vivvie flicked her cigarette butt into the grass and slid her palms down her thighs. The world did not owe her a thing. And yet she had the urge to tell a Lord she’d long stopped believing in that she recognized she ought to be grateful for having been given this day, like a gift she in no way deserved but willingly accepted, even though she could not feel its worth. Not now, not yet, not this offering or anything else, but surely there would come a day when she’d no longer be numb, and she’d recall what she’d been given, this day with her daughters, her granddaughters, gathered together this
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