“Wynonna hurry up!” Mom hollers from the front corridor. Her feet stomp and a suitcase drags through the upstairs hallway, down the steps, and out the front door. I rummage through my bedroom closet and toss random clothes into the open suitcase behind me. “Okay, shirts, pants, sweaters, shoes… what am I missing?” I recite…
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