Betty was on her hands and knees yanking at the weeds that were constantly popping up amongst her dahlias. The sunshine had started out as a welcome warmth after the chill of the house but by now was growing too warm. When a rivulet of sweat trickled down her forehead into her eyes, Betty sat up and cursed. “Drat these imposters! Do they think I’ll
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"I wonder how Shirley is doing? Betty reached for her phone to call her twin sister. Rarely a day went by that they didn’t chat." ... and ....“Oh, Shirley? That is my twin sister’s name. How ironic. Usually when you meet a Shirley, it’s someone closer to my age.”
Yes, that was the Blood Harmony part!
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