I never fail to think of this every June 27th...
The Lottery, by Shirley Jackson
The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so many people ( Read more... )
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I knew I loved you. :)
Monday morning = me sending you a huge email.
xoxo
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Don't worry about e-mailing if you are super busy! I know I will get to hear about OpShop (and everything) soon...:) I'm so glad that you are okay after this morning!
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