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Back in Five

My son had clomped outside in his sister’s purple boots.

And in four minutes had clomped back in.

Only he’d paused at the back door, turned behind him and said, “I’ll be back in hour.”

I craned to see a soul.  A neighborhood kid.  Anyone.

Nobody.

Then I watched as both cat and dog curled up on the cement, resigned to wait.

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