Owning Corey - Part 8
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Corey came crunching up the drive looking blissful, toting a
couple plastic bags. The walk in the fresh air seemed to do her
a world of good. I met her on the porch and she dropped the
bags and melted into my arms. "It's so beautiful here," she
said.
"It is now," I said. I was thinking about the fall color, but
also about having her around. I don't know if she understood,
but she hugged me harder.
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