J.B. Sharp

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“I’m just helping her out.” He seemed to ponder that for a minute and then nodded. “Good. That’s good. She needs all the help she can get right now with her kids.” “No,” I corrected, my eyes scanning the forest line just in case we found our hiker. “She doesn’t need help; she’s honestly got it handled all on her own. But I need to help her. I don’t want her to have to handle it solo. There’s a difference.”
The Last Letter
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