“The fruit is so much better here,” I said, looking at the oranges. “It’s not traveling as far. Do you want to have a garden? To go with our menagerie of rescue animals?” “Sure.” “Do you know how to garden?” she asked. “Not really,” I said, walking behind her. “But I will do whatever you need me to.” “You’ll till my fields?” “I’ll plow whatever you want, as vigorously and as often as you’d like.” She cackled. As she bagged the peppers she needed, I watched her quietly, smiling. I liked that we were talking about the future. Even if it was just about our fantasy garden and our fantasy pets. And
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