Just Tired
I The trailer sat at the end of a gravel road that had stopped being a road three years ago when the county stopped grading it. Arthur Pendelton lived at the end of it because that was where his life had ended up, which was not where he had planned to be at fifty-two. The sign on the clinic—a room in the back of the trailer, six by eight feet, with a desk and an examination table and a poster...
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